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Alas
,
he
was
only
too
right
!
”
Tears
in
her
eyes
,
she
bade
us
a
dignified
farewell
.
Poirot
made
a
characteristic
gesture
as
we
walked
down
the
drive
together
.
“
Eh
bien
,
that
is
that
!
Back
to
London
,
my
friend
,
there
appears
to
be
no
mouse
in
this
mouse
-
hole
.
And
yet
—
—
”
“
Yet
what
?
”
“
A
slight
discrepancy
,
that
is
all
!
You
noticed
it
?
You
did
not
?
Still
,
life
is
full
of
discrepancies
,
and
assuredly
the
man
cannot
have
taken
his
own
life
—
there
is
no
poison
that
would
fill
his
mouth
with
blood
.
No
,
no
,
I
must
resign
myself
to
the
fact
that
all
here
is
clear
and
above
-
board
—
but
who
is
this
?
”
A
tall
young
man
was
striding
up
the
drive
towards
us
.
He
passed
us
without
making
any
sign
,
but
I
noted
that
he
was
not
ill
-
looking
,
with
a
lean
,
deeply
bronzed
face
that
spoke
of
life
in
a
tropic
clime
.
A
gardener
who
was
sweeping
up
leaves
had
paused
for
a
minute
in
his
task
,
and
Poirot
ran
quickly
up
to
him
.
“
Tell
me
,
I
pray
you
,
who
is
that
gentleman
?
Do
you
know
him
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
remember
his
name
,
sir
,
though
I
did
hear
it
.
He
was
staying
down
here
last
week
for
a
night
.
Tuesday
,
it
was
.
”
“
Quick
,
mon
ami
,
let
us
follow
him
.
”
We
hastened
up
the
drive
after
the
retreating
figure
.
A
glimpse
of
a
black
-
robed
figure
on
the
terrace
at
the
side
of
the
house
,
and
our
quarry
swerved
and
we
after
him
,
so
that
we
were
witnesses
of
the
meeting
.
