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A
light
flashed
up
in
the
second
floor
room
on
the
right
hand
side
of
the
house
.
The
cry
came
from
there
.
And
even
as
we
watched
there
came
a
shadow
on
the
blind
as
of
two
people
struggling
.
“
Mille
tonnerres
!
”
cried
Poirot
.
“
She
must
have
changed
her
room
!
”
Dashing
forward
,
he
battered
wildly
on
the
front
door
.
Then
rushing
to
the
tree
in
the
flower
-
bed
,
he
swarmed
up
it
with
the
agility
of
a
cat
.
I
followed
him
,
as
with
a
bound
he
sprang
in
through
the
open
window
.
Looking
over
my
shoulder
,
I
saw
Dulcie
reaching
the
branch
behind
me
.
“
Take
care
,
”
I
exclaimed
.
“
Take
care
of
your
grandmother
!
”
retorted
the
girl
.
“
This
is
child
’
s
play
to
me
.
”
Poirot
had
rushed
through
the
empty
room
and
was
pounding
on
the
door
leading
into
the
corridor
.
“
Locked
and
bolted
on
the
outside
,
”
he
growled
.
“
And
it
will
take
time
to
burst
it
open
.
”
The
cries
for
help
were
getting
noticeably
fainter
.
I
saw
despair
in
Poirot
’
s
eyes
.
He
and
I
together
put
our
shoulders
to
the
door
.
Cinderella
’
s
voice
,
calm
and
dispassionate
,
came
from
the
window
:
