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“
Surely
you
noticed
her
?
”
“
Mon
ami
,
two
people
rarely
see
the
same
thing
.
You
,
for
instance
,
saw
a
goddess
.
I
—
”
he
hesitated
.
“
Yes
?
”
“
I
saw
only
a
girl
with
anxious
eyes
,
”
said
Poirot
gravely
.
But
at
that
moment
we
drew
up
at
a
big
green
gate
,
and
,
simultaneously
,
we
both
uttered
an
exclamation
.
Before
it
stood
an
imposing
sergent
de
ville
.
He
held
up
his
hand
to
bar
our
way
.
“
You
cannot
pass
,
monsieurs
.
”
“
But
we
wish
to
see
Mr
.
Renauld
,
”
I
cried
.
“
We
have
an
appointment
.
This
is
his
Villa
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
“
Yes
,
monsieur
,
but
—
”
Poirot
leaned
forward
.
“
But
what
?
”
