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At
last
the
number
went
up
which
announced
the
Dulcibella
Kids
.
My
heart
beat
sickeningly
.
There
she
was
—
there
they
both
were
,
the
pair
of
them
,
one
flaxen
haired
,
one
dark
,
matching
as
to
size
,
with
short
fluffy
skirts
and
immense
buster
brown
bows
.
They
looked
a
pair
of
extremely
piquant
children
.
They
began
to
sing
.
Their
voices
were
fresh
and
true
,
rather
thin
and
music
-
hally
,
but
attractive
.
It
was
quite
a
pretty
little
turn
.
They
danced
neatly
,
and
did
some
clever
little
acrobatic
feats
.
The
words
of
their
songs
were
crisp
and
catchy
.
When
the
curtain
fell
,
there
was
a
full
meed
of
applause
.
Evidently
the
Dulcibella
Kids
were
a
success
.
Suddenly
I
felt
that
I
could
remain
no
longer
.
I
must
get
out
into
the
air
.
I
suggested
leaving
to
Poirot
.
“
Go
by
all
means
,
mon
ami
.
I
amuse
myself
,
and
will
stay
to
the
end
.
I
will
rejoin
you
later
.
”
It
was
only
a
few
steps
from
the
theatre
to
the
hotel
.
I
went
up
to
the
sitting
-
room
,
ordered
a
whisky
and
soda
,
and
sat
drinking
it
,
staring
meditatively
into
the
empty
grate
.
I
heard
the
door
open
,
and
turned
my
head
,
thinking
it
was
Poirot
.
Then
I
jumped
to
my
feet
.
It
was
Cinderella
who
stood
in
the
doorway
.
She
spoke
haltingly
,
her
breath
coming
in
little
gasps
.
“
I
saw
you
in
front
.
You
and
your
friend
.
When
you
got
up
to
go
,
I
was
waiting
outside
and
followed
you
.
Why
are
you
here
—
in
Coventry
?
What
were
you
doing
there
to
-
night
?
Is
the
man
who
was
with
you
the
—
the
detective
?
”
She
stood
there
,
the
cloak
she
had
wrapped
round
her
stage
dress
slipping
from
her
shoulders
.
I
saw
the
whiteness
of
her
cheeks
under
the
rouge
,
and
heard
the
terror
in
her
voice
.
And
in
that
moment
I
understood
everything
—
understood
why
Poirot
was
seeking
her
,
and
what
she
feared
,
and
understood
at
last
my
own
heart
.
…
“
Yes
,
”
I
said
gently
.
“
Is
he
looking
for
—
me
?
”
she
half
whispered
.
Then
,
as
I
did
not
answer
for
a
moment
,
she
slipped
down
by
the
big
chair
,
and
burst
into
violent
,
bitter
weeping
.
