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“
I
have
no
wish
to
take
your
money
from
you
.
”
“
Make
your
mind
easy
—
you
will
not
!
”
“
Oh
,
well
then
,
I
agree
!
You
speak
of
my
manner
to
you
being
insulting
.
Eh
bien
,
once
or
twice
,
your
manner
has
annoyed
me
.
”
“
I
am
enchanted
to
hear
it
,
”
said
Poirot
.
“
Good
morning
,
M
.
Giraud
.
Come
,
Hastings
.
”
I
said
no
word
as
we
walked
along
the
street
.
My
heart
was
heavy
.
Poirot
had
displayed
his
intentions
only
too
plainly
.
I
doubted
more
than
ever
my
powers
of
saving
Bella
from
the
consequences
of
her
act
.
This
unlucky
encounter
with
Giraud
had
roused
Poirot
and
put
him
on
his
mettle
.
Suddenly
I
felt
a
hand
laid
on
my
shoulder
,
and
turned
to
face
Gabriel
Stonor
.
We
stopped
and
greeted
him
,
and
he
proposed
strolling
with
us
back
to
our
hotel
.
“
And
what
are
you
doing
here
,
M
.
Stonor
?
”
inquired
Poirot
.
“
One
must
stand
by
one
’
s
friends
,
”
replied
the
other
dryly
.
“
Especially
when
they
are
unjustly
accused
.
”
“
Then
you
do
not
believe
that
Jack
Renauld
committed
the
crime
?
”
I
asked
eagerly
.
“
Certainly
I
don
’
t
.
I
know
the
lad
.
