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Poirot
lingered
about
until
the
inspector
had
gone
back
towards
the
house
.
Then
he
looked
at
me
.
"
You
must
have
indeed
been
sent
from
the
good
God
to
replace
my
friend
Hastings
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
twinkle
.
"
I
observe
that
you
do
not
quit
my
side
.
How
say
you
,
Doctor
Sheppard
,
shall
we
investigate
that
summer
-
house
?
It
interests
me
.
"
He
went
up
to
the
door
and
opened
it
.
Inside
,
the
place
was
almost
dark
.
There
were
one
or
two
rustic
seats
,
a
croquet
set
,
and
some
folded
deck
-
chairs
.
I
was
startled
to
observe
my
new
friend
.
He
had
dropped
to
his
hands
and
knees
and
was
crawling
about
the
floor
.
Every
now
and
then
he
shook
his
head
as
though
not
satisfied
.
Finally
,
he
sat
back
on
his
heels
.
"
Nothing
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
Well
,
perhaps
it
was
not
to
be
expected
.
But
it
would
have
meant
so
much
"
He
broke
off
,
stiffening
all
over
.
Then
he
stretched
out
his
hand
to
one
of
the
rustic
chairs
.
He
detached
something
from
one
side
of
it
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
I
cried
.
"
What
have
you
found
?
"
He
smiled
,
unclosing
his
hand
so
that
I
should
see
what
lay
in
the
palm
of
it
.
A
scrap
of
stiff
white
cambric
.
I
took
it
from
him
,
looked
at
it
curiously
,
and
then
handed
it
back
.
"
What
do
you
make
of
it
,
eh
,
my
friend
?
"
he
asked
,
eyeing
me
keenly
.
"
A
scrap
torn
from
a
handkerchief
,
"
I
suggested
,
shrugging
my
shoulders
.
