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“
I
heard
a
terrible
cry
.
It
wasn
’
t
loud
—
a
sort
of
choke
and
gasp
—
but
it
frightened
me
.
For
a
moment
I
stood
rooted
to
the
spot
.
Then
I
came
round
the
corner
of
a
bush
.
There
was
moonlight
.
I
saw
the
grave
,
and
a
figure
lying
face
downwards
,
with
a
dagger
sticking
in
the
back
.
And
then
—
and
then
—
I
looked
up
and
saw
her
.
She
was
looking
at
me
as
though
she
saw
a
ghost
—
it
’
s
what
she
must
have
thought
me
at
first
—
all
expression
seemed
frozen
out
of
her
face
by
horror
.
And
then
she
gave
a
cry
,
and
turned
and
ran
.
”
He
stopped
,
trying
to
master
his
emotion
.
“
And
afterwards
?
”
asked
Poirot
gently
.
“
I
really
don
’
t
know
.
I
stayed
there
for
a
time
,
dazed
.
And
then
I
realized
I
’
d
better
get
away
as
fast
as
I
could
.
It
didn
’
t
occur
to
me
that
they
would
suspect
me
,
but
I
was
afraid
of
being
called
upon
to
give
evidence
against
her
.
I
walked
to
St
.
Beauvais
as
I
told
you
,
and
got
a
car
from
there
back
to
Cherbourg
.
”
A
knock
came
at
the
door
,
and
a
page
entered
with
a
telegram
which
he
delivered
to
Stonor
.
He
tore
it
open
.
Then
he
got
up
from
his
seat
.
“
Mrs
.
Renauld
has
regained
consciousness
,
”
he
said
.
“
Ah
!
”
Poirot
sprang
to
his
feet
.
“
Let
us
all
go
to
Merlinville
at
once
!
”
A
hurried
departure
was
made
forthwith
.
Stonor
,
at
Jack
’
s
instance
,
agreed
to
stay
behind
and
do
all
that
could
be
done
for
Bella
Duveen
.
Poirot
,
Jack
Renauld
and
I
set
off
in
the
Renauld
car
.
The
run
took
just
over
forty
minutes
.
As
we
approached
the
doorway
of
the
Villa
Marguerite
,
Jack
Renauld
shot
a
questioning
glance
at
Poirot
.
