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“
Once
.
He
put
me
off
evasively
.
Nevertheless
,
I
was
convinced
that
he
was
suffering
some
terrible
anxiety
.
However
,
since
he
evidently
wished
to
conceal
the
fact
from
me
,
I
tried
to
pretend
that
I
had
noticed
nothing
.
”
“
Were
you
aware
that
he
had
called
in
the
services
of
a
detective
?
”
“
A
detective
?
”
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Renauld
,
very
much
surprised
.
“
Yes
,
this
gentleman
—
M
.
Hercule
Poirot
.
”
Poirot
bowed
.
“
He
arrived
today
in
response
to
a
summons
from
your
husband
.
”
And
taking
the
letter
written
by
M
.
Renauld
from
his
pocket
he
handed
it
to
the
lady
.
She
read
it
with
apparently
genuine
astonishment
.
“
I
had
no
idea
of
this
.
Evidently
he
was
fully
cognizant
of
the
danger
.
”
“
Now
,
madame
,
I
will
beg
of
you
to
be
frank
with
me
.
Is
there
any
incident
in
your
husband
’
s
past
life
in
South
America
which
might
throw
light
on
his
murder
?
”
Mrs
.
Renauld
reflected
deeply
,
but
at
last
shook
her
head
.
“
I
can
think
of
none
.
Certainly
my
husband
had
many
enemies
,
people
he
had
got
the
better
of
in
some
way
or
another
,
but
I
can
think
of
no
one
distinctive
case
.
I
do
not
say
there
is
no
such
incident
—
only
that
I
am
not
aware
of
it
.
”
