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“
Possibly
my
husband
went
out
for
a
stroll
the
last
thing
,
and
forgot
to
latch
it
when
he
came
in
.
”
“
Is
that
a
likely
thing
to
happen
?
”
“
Very
.
My
husband
was
the
most
absent
-
minded
of
men
.
”
There
was
a
slight
frown
on
her
brow
as
she
spoke
,
as
though
this
trait
in
the
dead
man
’
s
character
had
at
times
vexed
her
.
“
There
is
one
inference
I
think
we
might
draw
,
”
remarked
the
commissary
suddenly
.
“
Since
the
men
insisted
on
M
.
Renauld
dressing
himself
,
it
looks
as
though
the
place
they
were
taking
him
to
,
the
place
where
‘
the
secret
’
was
concealed
,
lay
some
distance
away
.
”
The
magistrate
nodded
.
“
Yes
,
far
,
and
yet
not
too
far
,
since
he
spoke
of
being
back
by
morning
.
”
“
What
times
does
the
last
train
leave
the
station
of
Merlinville
?
”
asked
Poirot
.
“
Eleven
-
fifty
one
way
,
and
12
:
17
the
other
,
but
it
is
more
probable
that
they
had
a
motor
waiting
.
”
“
Of
course
,
”
agreed
Poirot
,
looking
somewhat
crestfallen
.
