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“
You
’
ll
be
too
late
,
I
guess
I
’
m
the
only
one
who
can
do
anything
.
”
Before
I
could
move
a
hand
to
stop
her
,
she
appeared
to
leap
upward
into
space
.
I
rushed
and
looked
out
.
To
my
horror
,
I
saw
her
hanging
by
her
hands
from
the
roof
,
propelling
herself
along
by
jerks
in
the
direction
of
the
lighted
window
.
“
Good
heavens
!
She
’
ll
be
killed
,
”
I
cried
.
“
You
forget
.
She
’
s
a
professional
acrobat
,
Hastings
.
It
was
the
providence
of
the
good
God
that
made
her
insist
on
coming
with
us
tonight
.
I
only
pray
that
she
may
be
in
time
Ah
!
”
A
cry
of
absolute
terror
floated
out
on
to
the
night
as
the
girl
disappeared
through
the
right
-
hand
window
;
then
in
Cinderella
’
s
clear
tones
came
the
words
:
“
No
,
you
don
’
t
!
I
’
ve
got
you
—
and
my
wrists
are
just
like
steel
.
”
At
the
same
moment
the
door
of
our
prison
was
opened
cautiously
by
Françoise
.
Poirot
brushed
her
aside
unceremoniously
and
rushed
down
the
passage
to
where
the
other
maids
were
grouped
round
the
further
door
.
“
It
’
s
locked
on
the
inside
,
monsieur
.
”
There
was
the
sound
of
a
heavy
fall
within
.
After
a
moment
or
two
the
key
turned
and
the
door
swung
slowly
open
.
Cinderella
,
very
pale
,
beckoned
us
in
.
