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“
Pauvre
femme
,
”
he
murmured
to
himself
.
“
The
shock
was
too
much
for
her
.
Well
,
well
,
we
can
do
nothing
.
Now
,
M
.
Poirot
,
shall
we
visit
the
place
where
the
crime
was
committed
?
”
“
If
you
please
,
M
.
Bex
.
”
We
passed
through
the
house
,
and
out
by
the
front
door
.
Poirot
had
looked
up
at
the
staircase
in
passing
,
and
shook
his
head
in
a
dissatisfied
manner
.
“
It
is
to
me
incredible
that
the
servants
heard
nothing
.
The
creaking
of
that
staircase
,
with
three
people
descending
it
,
would
awaken
the
dead
!
”
“
It
was
the
middle
of
the
night
,
remember
.
They
were
sound
asleep
by
then
.
”
But
Poirot
continued
to
shake
his
head
as
though
not
fully
accepting
the
explanation
.
On
the
sweep
of
the
drive
,
he
paused
,
looking
up
at
the
house
.
“
What
moved
them
in
the
first
place
to
try
if
the
front
door
were
open
?
It
was
a
most
unlikely
thing
that
it
should
be
.
It
was
far
more
probable
that
they
should
at
once
try
to
force
a
window
.
”
“
But
all
the
windows
on
the
ground
floor
are
barred
with
iron
shutters
,
”
objected
the
commissary
.
Poirot
pointed
to
a
window
on
the
first
floor
.
“
That
is
the
window
of
the
bedroom
we
have
just
come
from
,
is
it
not
?
And
see
—
there
is
a
tree
by
which
it
would
be
the
easiest
thing
in
the
world
to
mount
.
”
