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A
groan
burst
from
Poirot
.
“
What
have
I
always
told
you
?
Everything
must
be
taken
into
account
.
If
the
fact
will
not
fit
the
theory
—
let
the
theory
go
.
”
“
Well
,
we
shall
see
,
”
I
said
,
nettled
.
“
Yes
,
we
shall
see
.
”
We
had
reached
Leastways
Cottage
,
and
Poirot
ushered
me
upstairs
to
his
own
room
.
He
offered
me
one
of
the
tiny
Russian
cigarettes
he
himself
occasionally
smoked
.
I
was
amused
to
notice
that
he
stowed
away
the
used
matches
most
carefully
in
a
little
china
pot
.
My
momentary
annoyance
vanished
.
Poirot
had
placed
our
two
chairs
in
front
of
the
open
window
which
commanded
a
view
of
the
village
street
.
The
fresh
air
blew
in
warm
and
pleasant
.
It
was
going
to
be
a
hot
day
.
Suddenly
my
attention
was
arrested
by
a
weedy
looking
young
man
rushing
down
the
street
at
a
great
pace
.
It
was
the
expression
on
his
face
that
was
extraordinary
—
a
curious
mingling
of
terror
and
agitation
.
“
Look
,
Poirot
!
”
I
said
.
He
leant
forward
.
“
Tiens
!
”
he
said
.
“
It
is
Mr
.
Mace
,
from
the
chemist
’
s
shop
.
He
is
coming
here
.
