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“
Is
that
really
so
,
Poirot
?
”
“
You
can
take
it
from
me
,
Hastings
.
I
made
inquiries
the
first
thing
this
morning
.
After
all
,
what
else
did
you
expect
?
”
True
enough
,
nothing
else
could
be
expected
under
the
circumstances
.
Cinderella
had
profited
by
the
slight
start
I
had
been
able
to
assure
her
,
and
would
certainly
not
lose
a
moment
in
removing
herself
from
the
reach
of
the
pursuer
.
It
was
what
I
had
intended
and
planned
.
Nevertheless
,
I
was
aware
of
being
plunged
into
a
network
of
fresh
difficulties
.
I
had
absolutely
no
means
of
communicating
with
the
girl
,
and
it
was
vital
that
she
should
know
the
line
of
defence
that
had
occurred
to
me
,
and
which
I
was
prepared
to
carry
out
.
Of
course
it
was
possible
that
she
might
try
to
send
word
to
me
in
some
way
or
another
,
but
I
hardly
thought
it
likely
.
She
would
know
the
risk
she
ran
of
a
message
being
intercepted
by
Poirot
,
thus
setting
him
on
her
track
once
more
.
Clearly
her
only
course
was
to
disappear
utterly
for
the
time
being
.
But
,
in
the
meantime
,
what
was
Poirot
doing
?
I
studied
him
attentively
.
He
was
wearing
his
most
innocent
air
,
and
staring
meditatively
into
the
far
distance
.
He
looked
altogether
too
placid
and
supine
to
give
me
reassurance
.
I
had
learned
,
with
Poirot
,
that
the
less
dangerous
he
looked
,
the
more
dangerous
he
was
.
His
quiescence
alarmed
me
.
Observing
a
troubled
quality
in
my
glance
,
he
smiled
benignantly
.
“
You
are
puzzled
,
Hastings
?
You
ask
yourself
why
I
do
not
launch
myself
in
pursuit
?
”
“
Well
—
something
of
the
kind
.
”
“
It
is
what
you
would
do
,
were
you
in
my
place
.
I
understand
that
.
But
I
am
not
of
those
who
enjoy
rushing
up
and
down
a
country
seeking
a
needle
in
a
haystack
,
as
you
English
say
.
No
—
let
Mademoiselle
Bella
Duveen
go
.
Without
doubt
,
I
shall
be
able
to
find
her
when
the
time
comes
.
Until
then
,
I
am
content
to
wait
.
”
I
stared
at
him
doubtfully
.
Was
he
seeking
to
mislead
me
?
I
had
an
irritating
feeling
that
,
even
now
,
he
was
master
of
the
situation
.
My
sense
of
superiority
was
gradually
waning
.
I
had
contrived
the
girl
’
s
escape
,
and
evolved
a
brilliant
scheme
for
saving
her
from
the
consequences
of
her
rash
act
—
but
I
could
not
rest
easy
in
my
mind
.
Poirot
’
s
perfect
calm
awakened
a
thousand
apprehensions
.
