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The
day
was
just
breaking
as
we
landed
.
Major
Norman
touched
Poirot
on
the
arm
.
“
There
’
s
a
military
car
here
waiting
for
you
,
sir
.
”
“
Thank
you
,
monsieur
.
But
,
for
the
moment
,
I
do
not
propose
to
leave
Boulogne
.
”
“
What
?
”
“
No
,
we
will
enter
this
hotel
here
,
by
the
quay
.
”
He
suited
the
action
to
the
word
,
demanded
and
was
accorded
a
private
room
.
We
three
followed
him
,
puzzled
and
uncomprehending
.
He
shot
a
quick
glance
at
us
.
“
It
is
not
so
that
the
good
detective
should
act
,
eh
?
I
perceive
your
thought
.
He
must
be
full
of
energy
.
He
must
rush
to
and
fro
.
He
should
prostrate
himself
on
the
dusty
road
and
seek
the
marks
of
tyres
through
a
little
glass
.
He
must
gather
up
the
cigarette
-
end
,
the
fallen
match
?
That
is
your
idea
,
is
it
not
?
”
His
eyes
challenged
us
.
“
But
I
—
Hercule
Poirot
—
tell
you
that
it
is
not
so
!
The
true
clues
are
within
—
here
!
”
He
tapped
his
forehead
.
“
See
you
,
I
need
not
have
left
London
.
It
would
have
been
sufficient
for
me
to
sit
quietly
in
my
rooms
there
.
All
that
matters
is
the
little
grey
cells
within
.
Secretly
and
silently
they
do
their
part
,
until
suddenly
I
call
for
a
map
,
and
I
lay
my
finger
on
a
spot
—
so
—
and
I
say
:
the
Prime
Minister
is
there
!
And
it
is
so
!
With
method
and
logic
one
can
accomplish
anything
!
This
frantic
rushing
to
France
was
a
mistake
—
it
is
playing
a
child
’
s
game
of
hide
-
and
-
seek
.
But
now
,
though
it
may
be
too
late
,
I
will
set
to
work
the
right
way
,
from
within
.
Silence
,
my
friends
,
I
beg
of
you
.
”
And
for
five
long
hours
the
little
man
sat
motionless
,
blinking
his
eyelids
like
a
cat
,
his
green
eyes
flickering
and
becoming
steadily
greener
and
greener
.
The
Scotland
Yard
man
was
obviously
contemptuous
,
Major
Norman
was
bored
and
impatient
,
and
I
myself
found
the
time
pass
with
wearisome
slowness
.
Finally
,
I
got
up
,
and
strolled
as
noiselessly
as
I
could
to
the
window
.
The
matter
was
becoming
a
farce
.
I
was
secretly
concerned
for
my
friend
.
If
he
failed
,
I
would
have
preferred
him
to
fail
in
a
less
ridiculous
manner
.
Out
of
the
window
I
idly
watched
the
daily
leave
boat
,
belching
forth
columns
of
smoke
,
as
she
lay
alongside
the
quay
.
