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“
Then
,
that
’
s
all
right
,
”
I
said
hastily
.
Saturday
evening
saw
us
dining
at
the
Grand
Metropolitan
in
the
midst
of
a
gay
throng
.
All
the
world
and
his
wife
seemed
to
be
at
Brighton
.
The
dresses
were
marvellous
,
and
the
jewels
—
worn
sometimes
with
more
love
of
display
than
good
taste
—
were
something
magnificent
.
“
Hein
,
it
is
a
sight
this
!
”
murmured
Poirot
.
“
This
is
the
home
of
the
Profiteer
,
is
it
not
so
,
Hastings
?
”
“
Supposed
to
be
,
”
I
replied
.
“
But
we
’
ll
hope
they
aren
’
t
all
tarred
with
the
Profiteering
brush
.
”
Poirot
gazed
round
him
placidly
.
“
The
sight
of
so
many
jewels
makes
me
wish
I
had
turned
my
brains
to
crime
,
instead
of
to
its
detection
.
What
a
magnificent
opportunity
for
some
thief
of
distinction
!
Regard
,
Hastings
,
that
stout
woman
by
the
pillar
.
She
is
,
as
you
would
say
,
plastered
with
gems
.
”
I
followed
his
eyes
.
“
Why
,
”
I
exclaimed
,
“
it
’
s
Mrs
.
Opalsen
.
”
“
You
know
her
?
”
