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“
You
mean
they
were
false
?
”
“
Yes
,
madame
.
But
continue
your
story
.
”
“
It
was
the
short
man
who
was
holding
me
.
He
forced
a
gag
into
my
mouth
,
and
then
bound
me
with
rope
hand
and
foot
.
The
other
man
was
standing
over
my
husband
.
He
had
caught
up
my
little
dagger
paper
-
knife
from
the
dressing
-
table
and
was
holding
it
with
the
point
just
over
his
heart
.
When
the
short
man
had
finished
with
me
,
he
joined
the
other
,
and
they
forced
my
husband
to
get
up
and
accompany
them
into
the
dressing
-
room
next
door
.
I
was
nearly
fainting
with
terror
,
nevertheless
I
listened
desperately
.
“
They
were
speaking
in
too
low
a
tone
for
me
to
hear
what
they
said
.
But
I
recognized
the
language
,
a
bastard
Spanish
such
as
is
spoken
in
some
parts
of
South
America
.
They
seemed
to
be
demanding
something
from
my
husband
,
and
presently
they
grew
angry
,
and
their
voices
rose
a
little
.
I
think
the
tall
man
was
speaking
.
‘
You
know
what
we
want
!
’
he
said
.
‘
The
secret
!
Where
is
it
?
’
I
do
not
know
what
my
husband
answered
,
but
the
other
replied
fiercely
:
‘
You
lie
!
We
know
you
have
it
.
Where
are
your
keys
?
’
“
Then
I
heard
sounds
of
drawers
being
pulled
out
.
There
is
a
safe
on
the
wall
of
my
husband
’
s
dressing
-
room
in
which
he
always
keeps
a
fairly
large
amount
of
ready
money
.
Léonie
tells
me
this
has
been
rifled
and
the
money
taken
,
but
evidently
what
they
were
looking
for
was
not
there
,
for
presently
I
heard
the
tall
man
,
with
an
oath
,
command
my
husband
to
dress
himself
.
Soon
after
that
,
I
think
some
noise
in
the
house
must
have
disturbed
them
,
for
they
hustled
my
husband
out
into
my
room
only
half
dressed
.
”
“
Pardon
,
”
interrupted
Poirot
,
“
but
is
there
then
no
other
egress
from
the
dressing
-
room
?
”
“
No
,
monsieur
,
there
is
only
the
communicating
door
into
my
room
.
They
hurried
my
husband
through
,
the
short
man
in
front
,
and
the
tall
man
behind
him
with
the
dagger
still
in
his
hand
.
Paul
tried
to
break
away
to
come
to
me
.
I
saw
his
agonized
eyes
.
He
turned
to
his
captors
.
‘
I
must
speak
to
her
,
’
he
said
.
Then
,
coming
to
the
side
of
the
bed
,
‘
It
is
all
right
,
Eloise
,
’
he
said
.
‘
Do
not
be
afraid
.
I
shall
return
before
morning
.
’
But
,
although
he
tried
to
make
his
voice
confident
,
I
could
see
the
terror
in
his
eyes
.
Then
they
hustled
him
out
of
the
door
,
the
tall
man
saying
:
‘
One
sound
—
and
you
are
a
dead
man
,
remember
.
’
“
After
that
,
”
continued
Mrs
.
Renauld
,
“
I
must
have
fainted
.
The
next
thing
I
recollect
is
Léonie
rubbing
my
wrists
,
and
giving
me
brandy
.
”
