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We
passed
first
into
a
small
square
lounge
hall
.
A
door
on
the
right
of
it
was
half
open
.
The
manager
indicated
it
with
a
nod
.
“
The
dining
-
room
.
”
Dr
.
Hawker
led
the
way
.
We
followed
close
on
his
heels
.
As
we
entered
the
room
I
gave
a
gasp
.
The
round
table
in
the
centre
bore
the
remains
of
a
meal
;
three
chairs
were
pushed
back
,
as
though
their
occupants
had
just
risen
.
In
the
corner
,
to
the
right
of
the
fire
-
place
,
was
a
big
writing
-
table
,
and
sitting
at
it
was
a
man
—
or
what
had
been
a
man
.
His
right
hand
still
grasped
the
base
of
the
telephone
,
but
he
had
fallen
forward
,
struck
down
by
a
terrific
blow
on
the
head
from
behind
.
The
weapon
was
not
far
to
seek
.
A
marble
statuette
stood
where
it
had
been
hurriedly
put
down
,
the
base
of
it
stained
with
blood
.
The
doctor
’
s
examination
did
not
take
a
minute
.
“
Stone
dead
.
Must
have
been
almost
instantaneous
.
I
wonder
he
even
managed
to
telephone
.
It
will
be
better
not
to
move
him
until
the
police
arrive
.
”
On
the
manager
’
s
suggestion
we
searched
the
flat
,
but
the
result
was
a
foregone
conclusion
.
It
was
not
likely
that
the
murderers
would
be
concealed
there
when
all
they
had
to
do
was
to
walk
out
.
We
came
back
to
the
dining
-
room
.
Poirot
had
not
accompanied
us
in
our
tour
.
I
found
him
studying
the
centre
table
with
close
attention
.
I
joined
him
.
It
was
a
well
-
polished
round
mahogany
table
.
A
bowl
of
roses
decorated
the
centre
,
and
white
lace
mats
reposed
on
the
gleaming
surface
.
There
was
a
dish
of
fruit
,
but
the
three
dessert
plates
were
untouched
.
There
were
three
coffee
-
cups
with
remains
of
coffee
in
them
—
two
black
,
one
with
milk
.
All
three
men
had
taken
port
,
and
the
decanter
,
half
-
full
,
stood
before
the
centre
plate
.
One
of
the
men
had
smoked
a
cigar
,
the
other
two
cigarettes
.
A
tortoiseshell
-
and
-
silver
box
,
holding
cigars
and
cigarettes
,
stood
open
upon
the
table
.
I
enumerated
all
these
facts
to
myself
,
but
I
was
forced
to
admit
that
they
did
not
shed
any
brilliant
light
on
the
situation
.
I
wondered
what
Poirot
saw
in
them
to
make
him
so
intent
.
I
asked
him
.
“
Mon
ami
,
”
he
replied
,
“
you
miss
the
point
.
I
am
looking
for
something
that
I
do
not
see
.
”
“
What
is
that
?
”
