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“
Yes
.
One
is
old
,
and
one
is
young
,
one
dark
,
and
one
fair
,
but
,
for
the
purpose
of
a
silhouette
on
a
blind
,
their
profiles
are
singularly
alike
.
Even
I
did
not
suspect
—
triple
imbecile
that
I
was
!
I
thought
I
had
plenty
of
time
before
me
—
that
she
would
not
try
to
gain
admission
to
the
Villa
until
much
later
.
She
had
brains
,
that
beautiful
Mademoiselle
Marthe
.
”
“
And
her
object
was
to
murder
Mrs
.
Renauld
?
”
“
Yes
.
The
whole
fortune
would
then
pass
to
her
son
.
But
it
would
have
been
suicide
,
mon
ami
!
On
the
floor
by
Marthe
Daubreuil
’
s
body
,
I
found
a
pad
and
a
little
bottle
of
chloroform
and
a
hypodermic
syringe
containing
a
fatal
dose
of
morphine
.
You
understand
?
The
chloroform
first
—
then
when
the
victim
is
unconscious
the
prick
of
the
needle
.
By
the
morning
the
smell
of
the
chloroform
has
quite
disappeared
,
and
the
syringe
lies
where
it
has
fallen
from
Madame
Renauld
’
s
hand
.
What
would
he
say
,
the
excellent
M
.
Hautet
?
‘
Poor
woman
!
What
did
I
tell
you
?
The
shock
of
joy
,
it
was
too
much
on
top
of
the
rest
!
Did
I
not
say
that
I
should
not
be
surprised
if
her
brain
became
unhinged
.
Altogether
a
most
tragic
case
,
the
Renauld
Case
!
’
“
However
,
Hastings
,
things
did
not
go
quite
as
Mademoiselle
Marthe
had
planned
.
To
begin
with
,
Madame
Renauld
was
awake
and
waiting
for
her
.
There
is
a
struggle
.
But
Madame
Renauld
is
terribly
weak
still
.
There
is
a
last
chance
for
Marthe
Daubreuil
.
The
idea
of
suicide
is
at
an
end
,
but
if
she
can
silence
Madame
Renauld
with
her
strong
hands
,
make
a
getaway
with
her
little
silk
ladder
whilst
we
are
still
battering
on
the
inside
of
the
further
door
,
and
be
back
at
the
Villa
Marguerite
before
we
return
there
,
it
will
be
hard
to
prove
anything
against
her
.
But
she
was
checkmated
—
not
by
Hercule
Poirot
—
but
by
la
petite
acrobate
with
her
wrists
of
steel
.
”
I
mused
over
the
whole
story
.
“
When
did
you
first
begin
to
suspect
Marthe
Daubreuil
,
Poirot
?
When
she
told
us
she
had
overheard
the
quarrel
in
the
garden
?
”
Poirot
smiled
.
“
My
friend
,
do
you
remember
when
we
drove
into
Merlinville
that
first
day
?
And
the
beautiful
girl
we
saw
standing
at
the
gate
?
You
asked
me
if
I
had
not
noticed
a
young
goddess
,
and
I
replied
to
you
that
I
had
seen
only
a
girl
with
anxious
eyes
.
That
is
how
I
have
thought
of
Marthe
Daubreuil
from
the
beginning
.
The
girl
with
the
anxious
eyes
!
Why
was
she
anxious
?
Not
on
Jack
Renauld
’
s
behalf
,
for
she
did
not
know
then
that
he
had
been
in
Merlinville
the
previous
evening
.
”
“
By
the
way
,
”
I
exclaimed
,
“
how
is
Jack
Renauld
?
”
