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He
broke
off
,
and
,
darting
across
the
room
to
where
the
girl
was
bending
over
ministering
to
Mrs
.
Renauld
,
he
embraced
her
with
Gallic
fervour
—
slightly
to
my
annoyance
.
I
was
aroused
from
my
condition
of
mental
fog
by
a
sharp
command
from
Poirot
to
fetch
the
doctor
immediately
on
Mrs
.
Renauld
’
s
behalf
.
After
that
,
I
might
summon
the
police
.
And
he
added
,
to
complete
my
dudgeon
:
“
It
will
hardly
be
worth
your
while
to
return
here
.
I
shall
be
too
busy
to
attend
to
you
,
and
of
Mademoiselle
here
I
make
a
garde
-
malad
.
”
I
retired
with
what
dignity
I
could
command
.
Having
done
my
errands
,
I
returned
to
the
hotel
.
I
understood
next
to
nothing
of
what
had
occurred
.
The
events
of
the
night
seemed
fantastic
and
impossible
.
Nobody
would
answer
my
questions
.
Nobody
had
seemed
to
hear
them
.
Angrily
,
I
flung
myself
into
bed
,
and
slept
the
sleep
of
the
bewildered
and
utterly
exhausted
.
I
awoke
to
find
the
sun
pouring
in
through
the
open
windows
and
Poirot
,
neat
and
smiling
,
sitting
beside
the
bed
.
“
Enfin
you
wake
!
But
it
is
that
you
are
a
famous
sleeper
,
Hastings
!
Do
you
know
that
it
is
nearly
eleven
o
’
clock
?
”
I
groaned
and
put
a
hand
to
my
head
.
“
I
must
have
been
dreaming
,
”
I
said
.
“
Do
you
know
,
I
actually
dreamt
that
we
found
Marthe
Daubreuil
’
s
body
in
Mrs
.
Renauld
’
s
room
,
and
that
you
declared
her
to
have
murdered
Mr
.
Renauld
?
”
“
You
were
not
dreaming
.
All
that
is
quite
true
.
”
