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To
my
intense
surprise
,
Cynthia
burst
out
laughing
,
and
called
me
a
“
funny
dear
.
”
“
It
’
s
perfectly
sweet
of
you
,
”
she
said
,
“
but
you
know
you
don
’
t
want
to
!
”
“
Yes
,
I
do
.
I
’
ve
got
—
—
”
“
Never
mind
what
you
’
ve
got
You
don
’
t
really
want
to
—
and
I
don
’
t
either
.
”
“
Well
,
of
course
,
that
settles
it
,
”
I
said
stiffly
.
“
But
I
don
’
t
see
anything
to
laugh
at
.
There
’
s
nothing
funny
about
a
proposal
.
”
“
No
,
indeed
,
”
said
Cynthia
.
“
Somebody
might
accept
you
next
time
.
Good
-
bye
,
you
’
ve
cheered
me
up
very
much
.
”
And
,
with
a
final
uncontrollable
burst
of
merriment
,
she
vanished
through
the
trees
.
Thinking
over
the
interview
,
it
struck
me
as
being
profoundly
unsatisfactory
.
It
occurred
to
me
suddenly
that
I
would
go
down
to
the
village
,
and
look
up
Bauerstein
.
Somebody
ought
to
be
keeping
an
eye
on
the
fellow
.
At
the
same
time
,
it
would
be
wise
to
allay
any
suspicions
he
might
have
as
to
his
being
suspected
.
I
remembered
how
Poirot
had
relied
on
my
diplomacy
.
Accordingly
,
I
went
to
the
little
house
with
the
“
Apartments
”
card
inserted
in
the
window
,
where
I
knew
he
lodged
,
and
tapped
on
the
door
.
