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Mrs.
Hubbard
looked
at
the
little
scrap
of
cambric
he
held
out
to
her
.
"
That
's
not
mine
,
Mr.
Poirot
.
I
've
got
mine
right
here
.
"
"
Pardon
.
I
thought
as
it
had
the
initial
H
on
it
--
"
"
Well
,
now
,
that
's
curious
,
but
it
's
certainly
not
mine
.
Mine
are
marked
C.M.H.
,
and
they
're
sensible
things
--
not
expensive
Paris
fallals
.
What
good
is
a
handkerchief
like
that
to
anybody
's
nose
?
"
Neither
of
the
three
men
seemed
to
have
an
answer
to
this
question
,
and
Mrs.
Hubbard
sailed
out
triumphantly
.
M.
Bouc
was
handling
the
button
Mrs.
Hubbard
had
left
behind
her
.
"
This
button
.
I
can
not
understand
it
.
Does
it
mean
that
,
after
all
,
Pierre
Michel
is
involved
in
some
way
?
"
he
said
.
He
paused
,
then
continued
,
as
Poirot
did
not
reply
.
"
What
have
you
to
say
,
my
friend
?
"
"
That
button
,
it
suggests
possibilities
,
"
said
Poirot
thoughtfully
.
"
Let
us
interview
next
the
Swedish
lady
before
we
discuss
the
evidence
we
have
heard
.
"
He
sorted
through
the
pile
of
passports
in
front
of
him
.
"
Ah
!
here
we
are
.
Greta
Ohlsson
,
age
forty-nine
.
"
M.
Bouc
gave
directions
to
the
restaurant
attendant
,
and
presently
the
lady
with
the
yellowish-grey
bun
of
hair
and
the
long
mild
sheep-like
face
was
ushered
in
.
She
peered
shortsightedly
at
Poirot
through
her
glasses
,
but
was
quite
calm
.
