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“
Well
,
I
’
d
rather
like
to
have
a
look
at
Giraud
,
if
he
’
s
anywhere
about
,
and
see
what
he
’
s
up
to
.
”
“
The
human
foxhound
,
”
murmured
Poirot
,
as
he
leaned
back
in
a
comfortable
chair
,
and
closed
his
eyes
.
“
By
all
means
,
my
friend
.
Au
revoir
.
”
I
strolled
out
of
the
front
door
.
It
was
certainly
hot
.
I
turned
up
the
path
we
had
taken
the
day
before
.
I
had
a
mind
to
study
the
scene
of
the
crime
myself
.
I
did
not
go
directly
to
the
spot
,
however
,
but
turned
aside
into
the
bushes
,
so
as
to
come
out
on
the
links
some
hundred
yards
or
so
further
to
the
right
.
If
Giraud
were
still
on
the
spot
,
I
wanted
to
observe
his
methods
before
he
knew
of
my
presence
.
But
the
shrubbery
here
was
much
denser
,
and
I
had
quite
a
struggle
to
force
my
way
through
.
When
I
emerged
at
last
on
the
course
,
it
was
quite
unexpectedly
and
with
such
vigour
that
I
cannoned
heavily
into
a
young
lady
who
had
been
standing
with
her
back
to
the
plantation
.
She
not
unnaturally
gave
a
suppressed
shriek
,
but
I
,
too
,
uttered
an
exclamation
of
surprise
.
For
it
was
my
friend
of
the
train
,
Cinderella
!
The
surprise
was
mutual
.
“
You
,
”
we
both
exclaimed
simultaneously
.
The
young
lady
recovered
herself
first
.
“
My
only
Aunt
!
”
she
exclaimed
.
“
What
are
you
doing
here
?
”
“
For
the
matter
of
that
,
what
are
you
?
”
I
retorted
.
