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“
Yes
.
I
’
m
looking
for
a
friend
of
mine
whom
I
thought
might
have
walked
this
way
.
”
“
A
little
chap
?
As
waves
his
hands
when
he
talks
?
One
of
them
Belgies
from
the
village
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
I
said
eagerly
.
“
He
has
been
here
,
then
?
”
“
Oh
,
ay
,
he
’
s
been
here
,
right
enough
.
More
’
n
once
too
.
Friend
of
yours
,
is
he
?
Ah
,
you
gentlemen
from
the
Hall
—
you
’
m
a
pretty
lot
!
”
And
he
leered
more
jocosely
than
ever
.
“
Why
,
do
the
gentlemen
from
the
Hall
come
here
often
?
”
I
asked
,
as
carelessly
as
I
could
.
He
winked
at
me
knowingly
.
“
One
does
,
mister
.
Naming
no
names
,
mind
.
And
a
very
liberal
gentleman
too
!
Oh
,
thank
you
,
sir
,
I
’
m
sure
.
”
I
walked
on
sharply
.
Evelyn
Howard
had
been
right
then
,
and
I
experienced
a
sharp
twinge
of
disgust
,
as
I
thought
of
Alfred
Inglethorp
’
s
liberality
with
another
woman
’
s
money
.
Had
that
piquant
gipsy
face
been
at
the
bottom
of
the
crime
,
or
was
it
the
baser
mainspring
of
money
?
Probably
a
judicious
mixture
of
both
.
On
one
point
,
Poirot
seemed
to
have
a
curious
obsession
.
He
once
or
twice
observed
to
me
that
he
thought
Dorcas
must
have
made
an
error
in
fixing
the
time
of
the
quarrel
.
He
suggested
to
her
repeatedly
that
it
was
four
-
thirty
,
and
not
four
o
’
clock
when
she
had
heard
the
voices
.
