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At
this
minute
there
was
a
tap
on
the
door
which
Bex
had
closed
after
him
.
He
strode
forward
and
opened
it
.
Françoise
was
there
.
She
endeavoured
to
peep
in
with
ghoulish
curiosity
“
Well
,
what
is
it
?
”
demanded
Bex
impatiently
.
“
Madame
.
She
sends
a
message
that
she
is
much
recovered
,
and
is
quite
ready
to
receive
the
examining
magistrate
.
”
“
Good
,
”
said
M
.
Bex
briskly
.
“
Tell
M
.
Hautet
and
say
that
we
will
come
at
once
.
”
Poirot
lingered
a
moment
,
looking
back
towards
the
body
.
I
thought
for
a
moment
that
he
was
going
to
apostrophize
it
,
to
declare
aloud
his
determination
never
to
rest
till
he
had
discovered
the
murderer
.
But
when
he
spoke
,
it
was
tamely
and
awkwardly
,
and
his
comment
was
ludicrously
inappropriate
to
the
solemnity
of
the
moment
.
“
He
wore
his
overcoat
very
long
,
”
he
said
constrainedly
.
We
found
M
.
Hautet
awaiting
us
in
the
hall
,
and
we
all
proceeded
upstairs
together
,
Françoise
marching
ahead
to
show
us
the
way
.
Poirot
went
up
in
a
zigzag
fashion
which
puzzled
me
,
until
he
whispered
with
a
grimace
:
“
No
wonder
the
servants
heard
M
.
Renauld
mounting
the
stairs
;
not
a
board
of
them
but
creaks
fit
to
wake
the
dead
!
”
At
the
head
of
the
staircase
,
a
small
passage
branched
off
.
“
The
servants
’
quarters
,
”
explained
Bex
.
