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I
left
him
with
them
.
I
was
obliged
to
go
out
to
a
case
at
some
distance
away
and
it
was
past
eight
o
’
clock
when
I
got
back
,
to
be
greeted
with
a
plate
of
hot
dinner
on
a
tray
,
and
the
announcement
that
Poirot
and
my
sister
had
supped
together
at
half
-
past
seven
,
and
that
the
former
had
then
gone
to
my
workshop
to
finish
his
reading
of
the
manuscript
.
"
I
hope
,
James
,
"
said
my
sister
,
"
that
you
’
ve
been
careful
in
what
you
say
about
me
in
it
?
"
My
jaw
dropped
.
I
had
not
been
careful
at
all
.
"
Not
that
it
matters
very
much
,
"
said
Caroline
,
reading
my
expression
correctly
.
"
M
.
Poirot
will
know
what
to
think
.
He
understands
me
much
better
than
you
do
.
"
I
went
into
the
workshop
.
Poirot
was
sitting
by
the
window
.
The
manuscript
lay
neatly
piled
on
a
chair
beside
him
.
He
laid
his
hand
on
it
and
spoke
.
"
Eh
bien
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
congratulate
you
–
on
your
modesty
!
"
"
Oh
!
"
I
said
,
rather
taken
aback
.
"
And
on
your
reticence
,
"
he
added
.
I
said
"
Oh
!
"
again
.
"
Not
so
did
Hastings
write
,
"
continued
my
friend
.
"
On
every
page
,
many
,
many
times
was
the
word
"
I
.
"
What
he
thought
–
what
he
did
.
But
you
–
you
have
kept
your
personality
in
the
background
;
only
once
or
twice
does
it
obtrude
–
in
scenes
of
home
life
,
shall
we
say
?
"
I
blushed
a
little
before
the
twinkle
of
his
eye
.
"
What
do
you
really
think
of
the
stuff
?
"
I
asked
nervously
.
"
You
want
my
candid
opinion
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
Poirot
laid
his
jesting
manner
aside
.
