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At
last
they
got
out
into
the
hall
.
“
That
room
there
,
it
is
the
study
,
hein
?
”
asked
Poirot
suddenly
,
nodding
towards
the
door
opposite
.
“
Yes
.
You
would
like
to
see
it
?
”
He
threw
the
door
open
as
he
spoke
,
and
we
entered
.
The
room
which
M
.
Renauld
had
chosen
for
his
own
particular
use
was
small
,
but
furnished
with
great
taste
and
comfort
.
A
businesslike
writing
desk
,
with
many
pigeon
holes
,
stood
in
the
window
.
Two
large
leather
-
covered
armchairs
faced
the
fireplace
,
and
between
them
was
a
round
table
covered
with
the
latest
books
and
magazines
.
Bookshelves
lined
two
of
the
walls
,
and
at
the
end
of
the
room
opposite
the
window
there
was
a
handsome
oak
sideboard
with
a
tantalus
on
top
.
The
curtains
and
portière
were
of
a
soft
dull
green
,
and
the
carpet
matched
them
in
tone
.
Poirot
stood
a
moment
talking
in
the
room
,
then
he
stepped
forward
,
passed
his
hand
lightly
over
the
backs
of
the
leather
chairs
,
picked
up
a
magazine
from
the
table
,
and
drew
a
finger
gingerly
over
the
surface
of
the
oak
sideboard
.
His
face
expressed
complete
approval
.
“
No
dust
?
”
I
asked
,
with
a
smile
.
He
beamed
on
me
,
appreciative
of
my
knowledge
of
his
peculiarities
.
“
Not
a
particle
,
mon
ami
!
And
for
once
,
perhaps
,
it
is
a
pity
.
”
His
sharp
,
birdlike
eyes
darted
here
and
there
.
