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Poirot
had
trotted
briskly
into
the
scullery
and
was
hauling
at
the
rope
of
the
coal
-
lift
.
“
We
are
about
to
descend
after
the
method
of
the
dustbins
,
”
he
explained
cheerfully
.
“
No
one
will
observe
us
.
The
Sunday
concert
,
the
Sunday
‘
afternoon
out
,
’
and
finally
the
Sunday
nap
after
the
Sunday
dinner
of
England
—
le
rosbif
—
all
these
will
distract
attention
from
the
doings
of
Hercule
Poirot
.
Come
,
my
friend
.
”
He
stepped
into
the
rough
wooden
contrivance
and
I
followed
him
gingerly
.
“
Are
we
going
to
break
into
the
flat
?
”
I
asked
dubiously
.
Poirot
’
s
answer
was
not
too
reassuring
:
“
Not
precisely
to
-
day
,
”
he
replied
.
Pulling
on
the
rope
,
we
descended
slowly
till
we
reached
the
second
floor
.
Poirot
uttered
an
exclamation
of
satisfaction
as
he
perceived
that
the
wooden
door
into
the
scullery
was
open
.
“
You
observe
?
Never
do
they
bolt
these
doors
in
the
daytime
.
And
yet
anyone
could
mount
or
descend
as
we
have
done
.
At
night
yes
—
though
not
always
then
—
and
it
is
against
that
that
we
are
going
to
make
provision
.
”
He
had
drawn
some
tools
from
his
pocket
as
he
spoke
,
and
at
once
set
deftly
to
work
,
his
object
being
to
arrange
the
bolt
so
that
it
could
be
pulled
back
from
the
lift
.
The
operation
only
occupied
about
three
minutes
.
Then
Poirot
returned
the
tools
to
his
pocket
,
and
we
reascended
once
more
to
our
own
domain
.
