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"
I
think
so
,
Monsieur
.
"
Poirot
murmured
something
in
M.
Bouc
's
ear
.
The
latter
got
up
and
went
to
the
door
to
give
an
order
.
Poirot
was
continuing
his
questions
in
an
easy
friendly
manner
.
"
Have
you
ever
been
to
America
,
Frau
Schmidt
?
"
"
Never
,
Monsieur
.
It
must
be
a
fine
country
.
"
"
You
have
heard
,
perhaps
,
of
who
this
man
who
was
killed
really
was
--
that
he
was
responsible
for
the
death
of
a
little
child
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
have
heard
,
Monsieur
.
It
was
abominable
--
wicked
.
The
good
God
should
not
allow
such
things
.
We
are
not
so
wicked
as
that
in
Germany
.
"
Tears
had
come
into
the
woman
's
eyes
.
Her
strong
motherly
soul
was
moved
.
"
It
was
an
abominable
crime
,
"
said
Poirot
gravely
.
He
drew
a
scrap
of
cambric
from
his
pocket
and
handed
it
to
her
.
