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“
No
‘
whys
,
’
Hastings
.
There
will
be
time
for
that
later
.
”
We
rejoined
Cinderella
and
made
our
way
rapidly
in
the
direction
of
the
Villa
Geneviève
.
Poirot
looked
over
his
shoulder
once
at
the
lighted
window
and
the
profile
of
Marthe
as
she
bent
over
her
work
.
“
He
is
being
guarded
at
all
events
,
”
he
muttered
.
Arrived
at
the
Villa
Geneviève
,
Poirot
took
up
his
stand
behind
some
bushes
to
the
left
of
the
drive
,
where
,
whilst
enjoying
a
good
view
ourselves
,
we
were
completely
hidden
from
sight
.
The
Villa
itself
was
in
total
darkness
,
everybody
was
without
doubt
in
bed
and
asleep
.
We
were
almost
immediately
under
the
window
of
Mrs
.
Renauld
’
s
bedroom
,
which
window
,
I
noticed
,
was
open
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
it
was
upon
this
spot
that
Poirot
’
s
eyes
were
fixed
.
“
What
are
we
going
to
do
?
”
I
whispered
.
“
Watch
.
”
“
But
—
”
“
I
do
not
expect
anything
to
happen
for
at
least
an
hour
,
probably
two
hours
,
but
the
—
”
But
his
words
were
interrupted
by
a
long
thin
drawn
cry
:
“
Help
!
”
