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His
thoughts
went
on
to
entirely
private
matters
.
Hercule
Poirot
sat
very
still
.
One
might
have
thought
he
was
asleep
.
And
then
,
suddenly
,
after
a
quarter
of
an
hour
's
complete
immobility
,
his
eyebrows
began
to
move
slowly
up
his
forehead
.
A
little
sigh
escaped
him
.
He
murmured
beneath
his
breath
:
"
But
,
after
all
,
why
not
?
And
if
so
--
why
,
if
so
,
that
would
explain
everything
.
"
His
eyes
opened
.
They
were
green
like
a
cat
's
.
He
said
softly
:
"
Eh
bien
.
I
have
thought
.
And
you
?
"
Lost
in
their
reflections
,
both
men
started
violently
.
"
I
have
thought
also
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
just
a
shade
guilty
.
"
But
I
have
arrived
at
no
conclusion
.
The
elucidation
of
crime
is
your
métier
,
not
mine
,
my
friend
.
"
"
I
,
too
,
have
reflected
with
great
earnestness
,
"
said
the
doctor
unblushingly
,
recalling
his
thoughts
from
certain
pornographic
details
.
"
I
have
thought
of
many
possible
theories
,
but
not
one
that
really
satisfies
me
.
"
