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Still
he
did
not
speak
,
just
listened
attentively
.
She
looked
at
him
with
a
sudden
impetuosity
.
"
You
do
not
say
anything
,
M.
Poirot
.
What
is
it
that
you
are
thinking
,
I
wonder
?
"
He
looked
at
her
with
a
very
direct
glance
.
"
I
think
,
Madame
,
that
your
strength
is
in
your
will
--
not
in
your
arm
.
"
She
glanced
down
at
her
thin
,
black-clad
arms
ending
in
those
claw-like
yellow
hands
with
the
rings
on
the
fingers
.
"
It
is
true
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
have
no
strength
in
these
--
none
.
I
do
not
know
if
I
am
sorry
or
glad
.
"
Then
she
turned
abruptly
back
towards
her
carriage
,
where
the
maid
was
busily
packing
up
the
cases
.
The
Princess
cut
short
M.
Bouc
's
apologies
.
"
There
is
not
need
for
you
to
apologize
,
Monsieur
,
"
she
said
.
"
A
murder
has
been
committed
.
Certain
actions
have
to
be
performed
.
That
is
all
there
is
to
it
.
"
