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"
The
long
distance
?
The
telephone
,
you
mean
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
,
the
portmanteau
call
,
as
you
say
in
England
.
"
Mary
Debenham
smiled
a
little
in
spite
of
herself
.
"
Trunk
call
,
"
she
corrected
.
"
Yes
,
as
you
say
,
it
is
extremely
annoying
not
to
be
able
to
get
any
word
through
,
either
by
telephone
or
telegraph
.
"
"
And
yet
,
mademoiselle
,
this
time
your
manner
is
quite
different
.
You
no
longer
betray
the
impatience
.
You
are
calm
and
philosophical
.
"
Mary
Debenham
flushed
and
bit
her
lip
.
She
no
longer
felt
inclined
to
smile
.
"
You
do
not
answer
,
Mademoiselle
?
"
"
I
am
sorry
.
I
did
not
know
that
there
was
anything
to
answer
.
"
"
The
explanation
of
your
change
of
attitude
,
Mademoiselle
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
think
that
you
are
making
rather
a
fuss
about
nothing
,
M.
Poirot
?
"
