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He
read
it
through
in
silence
,
then
he
looked
up
at
me
“
What
is
it
that
worries
you
,
Hastings
?
”
This
was
quite
a
new
mood
in
Poirot
.
His
mocking
manner
seemed
laid
quite
aside
.
I
was
able
to
say
what
I
wanted
without
too
much
difficulty
.
“
She
doesn
’
t
say
—
she
doesn
’
t
say
—
well
,
not
whether
she
cares
for
me
or
not
!
”
Poirot
turned
back
the
pages
.
“
I
think
you
are
mistaken
,
Hastings
.
”
“
Where
?
”
I
cried
,
leaning
forward
eagerly
.
Poirot
smiled
.
“
She
tells
you
that
in
every
line
of
the
letter
,
mon
ami
.
”
“
But
where
am
I
to
find
her
?
There
’
s
no
address
on
the
letter
.
There
’
s
a
French
stamp
,
that
’
s
all
.
”
