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“
You
think
so
?
Eh
bien
,
I
agree
with
you
,
”
said
Poirot
.
He
seemed
quite
uninterested
,
and
as
though
he
were
thinking
of
something
else
.
“
At
any
rate
,
”
I
remarked
,
“
you
will
have
one
bee
less
in
your
bonnet
now
.
”
“
Mon
Dieu
!
But
what
an
idiom
!
What
does
it
mean
?
”
“
What
I
meant
was
that
now
you
will
give
up
your
interest
in
these
footmarks
.
”
But
to
my
surprise
Poirot
shook
his
head
.
“
No
,
no
,
mon
ami
.
At
last
I
am
on
the
right
track
.
I
am
still
in
the
dark
,
but
,
as
I
hinted
just
now
to
M
.
Bex
,
these
footmarks
are
the
most
important
and
interesting
things
in
the
case
!
That
poor
Giraud
—
I
should
not
be
surprised
if
he
took
no
notice
of
them
whatever
.
”
At
that
moment
,
the
front
door
opened
,
and
M
.
Hautet
and
the
commissary
came
down
the
steps
.
“
Ah
,
M
.
Poirot
,
we
were
coming
to
look
for
you
,
”
said
the
magistrate
.
“
It
is
getting
late
,
but
I
wish
to
pay
a
visit
to
Madame
Daubreuil
.
Without
doubt
she
will
be
very
much
upset
by
M
.
Renauld
’
s
death
,
and
we
may
be
fortunate
enough
to
get
a
clue
from
her
.
The
secret
that
he
did
not
confide
to
his
wife
,
it
is
possible
that
he
may
have
told
it
to
the
woman
whose
love
held
him
enslaved
.
We
know
where
our
Samsons
are
weak
,
don
’
t
we
?
”
I
admired
the
picturesqueness
of
M
.
Hautet
’
s
language
.
I
suspected
that
the
examining
magistrate
was
by
now
thoroughly
enjoying
his
part
in
the
mysterious
drama
.
