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“
But
if
this
fellow
tries
to
escape
?
”
Poirot
smiled
.
“
He
will
not
.
”
I
returned
in
a
minute
with
the
waiting
taxi
.
The
scarf
had
been
unwound
from
the
stranger
’
s
face
,
and
I
gave
a
start
of
surprise
.
“
He
’
s
not
a
Jap
,
”
I
ejaculated
in
a
whisper
to
Poirot
.
“
Observation
was
always
your
strong
point
,
Hastings
!
Nothing
escapes
you
.
No
,
the
man
is
not
a
Jap
.
He
is
an
Italian
.
”
We
got
into
the
taxi
,
and
Poirot
gave
the
driver
an
address
in
St
.
John
’
s
Wood
.
I
was
by
now
completely
fogged
.
I
did
not
like
to
ask
Poirot
where
we
were
going
in
front
of
our
captive
,
and
strove
in
vain
to
obtain
some
light
upon
the
proceedings
.
We
alighted
at
the
door
of
a
small
house
standing
back
from
the
road
.
A
returning
wayfarer
,
slightly
drunk
,
was
lurching
along
the
pavement
and
almost
collided
with
Poirot
,
who
said
something
sharply
to
him
which
I
did
not
catch
.
All
three
of
us
went
up
the
steps
of
the
house
.
Poirot
rang
the
bell
and
motioned
us
to
stand
a
little
aside
.
There
was
no
answer
and
he
rang
again
and
then
seized
the
knocker
which
he
plied
for
some
minutes
vigorously
.
A
light
appeared
suddenly
above
the
fanlight
,
and
the
door
was
opened
cautiously
a
little
way
.
