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“
What
do
you
see
there
?
”
he
asked
.
There
was
something
almost
brutal
in
his
tone
.
It
made
my
cheeks
flush
.
But
Poirot
remained
unmoved
.
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
“
A
cigarette
end
,
and
a
match
.
”
“
And
what
does
that
tell
you
?
”
Poirot
spread
out
his
hands
.
“
It
tells
me
—
nothing
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
said
Giraud
,
in
a
satisfied
voice
.
“
You
haven
’
t
made
a
study
of
these
things
.
That
’
s
not
an
ordinary
match
—
not
in
this
country
at
least
.
It
’
s
common
enough
in
South
America
.
Luckily
it
’
s
unlighted
.
I
mightn
’
t
have
recognized
it
otherwise
.
Evidently
one
of
the
men
threw
away
his
cigarette
end
,
and
lit
another
,
spilling
one
match
out
of
the
box
as
he
did
so
.
”
“
And
the
other
match
?
”
asked
Poirot
.
“
Which
match
?
”
“
The
one
he
did
light
his
cigarette
with
.
You
have
found
that
also
?
”
