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Noting
my
surprise
,
he
nodded
emphatically
.
“
But
yes
—
it
is
as
I
tell
you
.
It
was
a
long
time
ago
,
when
I
was
still
with
the
Police
in
Belgium
.
I
have
never
actually
seen
the
woman
before
,
but
I
have
seen
her
picture
—
and
in
connection
with
some
case
.
I
rather
fancy
—
”
“
Yes
?
”
“
I
may
be
mistaken
,
but
I
rather
fancy
that
it
was
a
murder
case
!
”
We
were
up
at
the
Villa
betimes
next
morning
.
The
man
on
guard
at
the
gate
did
not
bar
our
way
this
time
.
Instead
,
he
respectfully
saluted
us
,
and
we
passed
on
to
the
house
.
The
maid
Léonie
was
just
coming
down
the
stairs
,
and
seemed
not
averse
to
the
prospect
of
a
little
conversation
.
Poirot
inquired
after
the
health
of
Mrs
.
Renauld
.
Léonie
shook
her
head
.
“
She
is
terribly
upset
,
la
pauvre
dame
!
She
will
eat
nothing
—
but
nothing
!
And
she
is
as
pale
as
a
ghost
.
It
is
heartrending
to
see
her
.
Ah
,
par
exemple
,
it
is
not
I
who
would
grieve
like
that
for
a
man
who
had
deceived
me
with
another
woman
!
”
Poirot
nodded
sympathetically
.
“
What
you
say
is
very
just
,
but
what
will
you
?
The
heart
of
a
woman
who
loves
will
forgive
many
blows
.
Still
,
undoubtedly
there
must
have
been
many
scenes
of
recrimination
between
them
in
the
last
few
months
?
”
