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“
What
is
the
trouble
?
”
I
asked
.
With
a
great
thump
on
the
table
,
Poirot
demolished
his
carefully
built
up
edifice
.
“
It
is
this
,
mon
ami
!
That
I
can
build
card
houses
seven
stories
high
,
but
I
cannot
”
—
thump
—
“
find
”
—
thump
—
“
that
last
link
of
which
I
spoke
to
you
.
”
I
could
not
quite
tell
what
to
say
,
so
I
held
my
peace
,
and
he
began
slowly
building
up
the
cards
again
,
speaking
in
jerks
as
he
did
so
.
“
It
is
done
—
so
!
By
placing
—
one
card
—
on
another
—
with
mathematical
—
precision
!
”
I
watched
the
card
house
rising
under
his
hands
,
story
by
story
.
He
never
hesitated
or
faltered
.
It
was
really
almost
like
a
conjuring
trick
.
“
What
a
steady
hand
you
’
ve
got
,
”
I
remarked
.
“
I
believe
I
’
ve
only
seen
your
hand
shake
once
.
”
“
On
an
occasion
when
I
was
enraged
,
without
doubt
,
”
observed
Poirot
,
with
great
placidity
.
“
Yes
indeed
!
You
were
in
a
towering
rage
.
Do
you
remember
?
It
was
when
you
discovered
that
the
lock
of
the
despatch
-
case
in
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
’
s
bedroom
had
been
forced
.
You
stood
by
the
mantelpiece
,
twiddling
the
things
on
it
in
your
usual
fashion
,
and
your
hand
shook
like
a
leaf
!
I
must
say
—
—
”
But
I
stopped
suddenly
.
For
Poirot
,
uttering
a
hoarse
and
inarticulate
cry
,
again
annihilated
his
masterpiece
of
cards
,
and
putting
his
hands
over
his
eyes
swayed
backwards
and
forwards
,
apparently
suffering
the
keenest
agony
.
