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“
How
would
it
be
if
you
went
on
first
—
to
break
the
news
to
my
mother
that
I
am
free
—
”
“
While
you
break
it
in
person
to
Mademoiselle
Marthe
,
eh
?
”
finished
Poirot
,
with
a
twinkle
.
“
But
yes
,
by
all
means
,
I
was
about
to
propose
such
an
arrangement
myself
.
”
Jack
Renauld
did
not
wait
for
more
.
Stopping
the
car
,
he
swung
himself
out
,
and
ran
up
the
path
to
the
front
door
.
We
went
on
in
the
car
to
the
Villa
Geneviève
.
“
Poirot
,
”
I
said
,
“
do
you
remember
how
we
arrived
here
that
first
day
?
And
were
met
by
the
news
of
M
.
Renauld
’
s
murder
?
”
“
Ah
!
yes
,
truly
.
Not
so
long
ago
,
either
.
But
what
a
lot
of
things
have
happened
since
then
—
especially
for
you
,
mon
ami
!
”
“
Poirot
,
what
have
you
done
about
finding
Bel
—
I
mean
Dulcie
?
”
“
Calm
yourself
,
Hastings
.
I
arrange
everything
.
”
“
You
’
re
being
a
precious
long
time
about
it
,
”
I
grumbled
.
Poirot
changed
the
subject
.
“
Then
the
beginning
,
now
the
end
,
”
he
moralized
,
as
we
rang
the
bell
.
“
And
,
considered
as
a
case
,
the
end
is
profoundly
unsatisfactory
.
”
