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"
Jump
in
.
Inspector
,
"
I
said
,
opening
the
door
of
the
car
.
"
We
’
ll
go
up
to
The
Larches
together
,
and
acquaint
our
Belgian
friend
with
the
latest
news
.
"
"
Might
as
well
,
I
suppose
.
After
all
,
even
if
he
is
a
bit
balmy
,
it
was
a
useful
dp
he
gave
me
about
those
fingerprints
.
He
’
s
got
a
bee
in
his
bonnet
about
the
man
Kent
,
but
who
knows
–
there
may
be
something
useful
behind
it
.
"
Poirot
received
us
with
his
usual
smiling
courtesy
.
He
listened
to
the
information
we
had
brought
him
,
nodding
his
head
now
and
then
.
"
Seems
quite
O
.
K
.
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
"
said
the
inspector
rather
gloomily
.
"
A
chap
can
’
t
be
murdering
someone
in
one
place
when
he
’
s
drinking
in
the
bar
in
another
place
a
mile
away
.
"
"
Are
you
going
to
release
him
?
"
"
Don
’
t
see
what
else
we
can
do
.
We
can
’
t
very
well
hold
him
for
obtaining
money
on
false
pretences
.
Can
’
t
prove
a
ruddy
thing
.
"
The
inspector
tossed
a
match
into
the
grate
in
a
disgruntled
fashion
.
Poirot
retrieved
it
and
put
it
neatly
in
a
little
receptacle
designed
for
the
purpose
.
His
action
was
purely
mechanical
.
I
could
see
that
his
thoughts
were
on
something
very
different
.
"
If
I
were
you
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
"
I
should
not
release
the
man
Charles
Kent
yet
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
Raglan
stared
at
him
.
"
What
I
say
.
I
should
not
release
him
yet
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
think
he
can
have
had
anything
to
do
with
the
murder
,
do
you
?
"
"
I
think
probably
not
–
but
one
cannot
be
certain
yet
.
"
"
But
haven
’
t
I
just
told
you
-
?
"
Poirot
raised
a
hand
protestingly
.
"
Mais
oui
,
mais
oui
.
I
heard
.
I
am
not
deaf
–
or
stupid
,
thank
the
good
God
!
But
you
see
,
you
approach
the
matter
from
the
wrong
–
the
wrong
–
premises
,
is
not
that
the
word
?
"
The
inspector
stared
at
him
heavily
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
how
you
make
that
out
.
Look
here
,
we
know
Mr
.
Ackroyd
was
alive
at
a
quarter
to
ten
.
You
admit
that
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
Poirot
looked
at
him
for
a
moment
,
then
shook
his
head
with
a
quick
smile
.
"
I
admit
nothing
that
is
not
–
proved
?
