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"
Please
explain
,
Mr.
Hardman
.
"
Mr.
Hardman
sighed
,
removed
the
chewing
gum
,
and
dived
into
a
pocket
.
At
the
same
time
his
whole
personality
seemed
to
undergo
a
change
.
He
became
less
of
a
stage
character
and
more
of
a
real
person
.
The
resonant
nasal
tones
of
his
voice
became
modified
.
"
That
passport
's
a
bit
of
bluff
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
's
who
I
really
am
.
"
Poirot
scrutinized
the
card
flipped
across
to
him
.
M.
Bouc
peered
over
his
shoulder
.
Mr.
CYRUS
B.
HARDMAN
McNeil
's
Detective
Agency
,
NEW
YORK
.
Poirot
knew
the
name
.
It
was
one
of
the
best
known
and
most
reputable
private
detective
agencies
in
New
York
.
"
Now
,
Mr.
Hardman
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
us
hear
the
meaning
of
this
.
"
"
Sure
.
Things
came
about
this
way
.
I
'd
come
over
to
Europe
trailing
a
couple
of
crooks
--
nothing
to
do
with
this
business
.
The
chase
ended
in
Stamboul
.
I
wired
the
Chief
and
got
his
instructions
to
return
,
and
I
would
have
been
making
my
tracks
back
to
little
old
New
York
when
I
got
this
.
"
