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“
You
would
not
allow
it
?
”
“
No
”
I
looked
at
the
extraordinary
little
man
,
divided
between
annoyance
and
amusement
.
He
was
so
tremendously
sure
of
himself
.
As
though
he
read
my
thoughts
,
he
nodded
gently
.
“
Oh
,
yes
,
mon
ami
,
I
would
do
what
I
say
.
”
He
got
up
and
laid
his
hand
on
my
shoulder
.
His
physiognomy
underwent
a
complete
change
.
Tears
came
into
his
eyes
.
“
In
all
this
,
you
see
,
I
think
of
that
poor
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
who
is
dead
.
She
was
not
extravagantly
loved
—
no
.
But
she
was
very
good
to
us
Belgians
—
I
owe
her
a
debt
.
”
I
endeavoured
to
interrupt
,
but
Poirot
swept
on
.
“
Let
me
tell
you
this
,
Hastings
.
She
would
never
forgive
me
if
I
let
Alfred
Inglethorp
,
her
husband
,
be
arrested
now
—
when
a
word
from
me
could
save
him
!
”
In
the
interval
before
the
inquest
,
Poirot
was
unfailing
in
his
activity
.
Twice
he
was
closeted
with
Mr
.
Wells
.
He
also
took
long
walks
into
the
country
.
I
rather
resented
his
not
taking
me
into
his
confidence
,
the
more
so
as
I
could
not
in
the
least
guess
what
he
was
driving
at
.
It
occurred
to
me
that
he
might
have
been
making
inquiries
at
Raikes
’
s
farm
;
so
,
finding
him
out
when
I
called
at
Leastways
Cottage
on
Wednesday
evening
,
I
walked
over
there
by
the
fields
,
hoping
to
meet
him
.
But
there
was
no
sign
of
him
,
and
I
hesitated
to
go
right
up
to
the
farm
itself
.
As
I
walked
away
,
I
met
an
aged
rustic
,
who
leered
at
me
cunningly
.
“
You
’
m
from
the
Hall
,
bain
’
t
you
?
”
he
asked
.
