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“
Marvellous
,
”
murmured
M
.
Bex
,
to
me
ecstatically
.
“
He
has
been
here
but
half
an
hour
,
and
he
already
knows
everything
!
What
a
man
!
Undoubtedly
Giraud
is
the
greatest
detective
alive
today
.
”
Although
I
disliked
the
detective
heartily
,
I
nevertheless
was
secretly
impressed
.
Efficiency
seemed
to
radiate
from
the
man
.
I
could
not
help
feeling
that
,
so
far
,
Poirot
had
not
greatly
distinguished
himself
,
and
it
vexed
me
.
He
seemed
to
be
directing
his
attention
to
all
sorts
of
silly
,
puerile
points
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
case
.
Indeed
,
at
this
juncture
,
he
suddenly
asked
:
“
M
.
Bex
,
tell
me
,
I
pray
you
,
the
meaning
of
this
whitewashed
line
that
extends
all
round
the
grave
.
Is
it
a
device
of
the
police
?
”
“
No
,
M
.
Poirot
,
it
is
an
affair
of
the
golf
course
.
It
shows
that
there
is
here
to
be
a
‘
bunkair
,
’
as
you
call
it
”
“
A
bunkair
?
”
Poirot
turned
to
me
.
“
That
is
the
irregular
hole
filled
with
sand
and
a
bank
at
one
side
,
is
it
not
?
”
I
concurred
.
“
You
do
not
play
the
golf
,
M
.
Poirot
?
”
inquired
Bex
.
“
I
?
Never
!
What
a
game
!
”
He
became
excited
.
“
Figure
to
yourself
,
each
hole
it
is
of
a
different
length
.
The
obstacles
,
they
are
not
arranged
mathematically
.
Even
the
greens
are
frequently
up
one
side
!
There
is
only
one
pleasing
thing
—
the
how
do
you
call
them
?
—
tee
boxes
!
They
,
at
least
,
are
symmetrical
.
”
I
could
not
refrain
from
a
laugh
at
the
way
the
game
appeared
to
Poirot
,
and
my
little
friend
smiled
at
me
affectionately
,
bearing
no
malice
.
Then
he
asked
:
