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“
I
should
like
to
assure
myself
that
all
goes
well
with
Jack
Renauld
.
Come
with
me
,
Hastings
.
Mademoiselle
will
perhaps
remain
outside
.
Madame
Daubreuil
might
say
something
which
would
wound
her
.
”
We
unlatched
the
gate
,
and
walked
up
the
path
.
As
we
went
round
to
the
side
of
the
house
,
I
drew
Poirot
’
s
attention
to
a
window
on
the
first
floor
.
Thrown
sharply
on
the
blind
was
the
profile
of
Marthe
Daubreuil
.
“
Ah
!
”
said
Poirot
.
“
I
figure
to
myself
that
that
is
the
room
where
we
shall
find
Jack
Renauld
.
”
Madame
Daubreuil
opened
the
door
to
us
.
She
explained
that
Jack
was
much
the
same
,
but
perhaps
we
would
like
to
see
for
ourselves
.
She
led
us
upstairs
and
into
the
bedroom
.
Marthe
Daubreuil
was
embroidering
by
a
table
with
a
lamp
on
it
.
She
put
her
finger
to
her
lips
as
we
entered
.
Jack
Renauld
was
sleeping
an
uneasy
fitful
sleep
,
his
head
turning
from
side
to
side
,
and
his
face
still
unduly
flushed
.
“
Is
the
doctor
coming
again
?
”
asked
Poirot
in
a
whisper
.
“
Not
unless
we
send
.
He
is
sleeping
—
that
is
the
great
thing
.
Maman
made
him
a
tisane
.
”
She
sat
down
again
with
her
embroidery
as
we
left
the
room
.
Madame
Daubreuil
accompanied
us
down
the
stairs
.
Since
I
had
learned
of
her
past
history
,
I
viewed
this
woman
with
increased
interest
.
She
stood
there
with
her
eyes
cast
down
,
the
same
very
faint
enigmatical
smile
that
I
remembered
on
her
lips
.
And
suddenly
I
felt
afraid
of
her
,
as
one
might
feel
afraid
of
a
beautiful
poisonous
snake
.
“
I
hope
we
have
not
deranged
you
,
madame
,
”
said
Poirot
politely
as
she
opened
the
door
for
us
to
pass
out
.
