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“
See
you
not
?
In
his
letter
M
.
Renauld
speaks
of
sending
the
car
for
me
to
Calais
.
”
“
Perhaps
he
meant
a
hired
car
,
”
I
suggested
.
“
Doubtless
that
is
so
.
But
why
hire
a
car
when
you
have
one
of
your
own
.
Why
choose
yesterday
to
send
away
the
chauffeur
on
a
holiday
—
suddenly
,
at
a
moment
’
s
notice
?
Was
it
that
for
some
reason
he
wanted
him
out
of
the
way
before
we
arrived
?
”
Françoise
had
left
the
room
.
The
magistrate
was
drumming
thoughtfully
on
the
table
.
“
M
.
Bex
,
”
he
said
at
length
,
“
here
we
have
directly
conflicting
testimony
.
Which
are
we
to
believe
,
Françoise
or
Denise
?
”
“
Denise
,
”
said
the
commissary
decidedly
.
“
It
was
she
who
let
the
visitor
in
.
Françoise
is
old
and
obstinate
,
and
has
evidently
taken
a
dislike
to
Madame
Daubreuil
.
Besides
,
our
own
knowledge
tends
to
show
that
Renauld
was
entangled
with
another
woman
.
”
“
Tiens
!
”
cried
M
.
Hautet
.
“
We
have
forgotten
to
inform
M
.
Poirot
of
that
.
”
He
searched
amongst
the
papers
on
the
table
,
and
finally
handed
the
one
he
was
in
search
of
to
my
friend
.
“
This
letter
,
M
.
Poirot
,
we
found
in
the
pocket
of
the
dead
man
’
s
overcoat
.
”
Poirot
took
it
and
unfolded
it
.
It
was
somewhat
worn
and
crumbled
,
and
was
written
in
English
in
a
rather
unformed
hand
:
“
My
dearest
one
:
”
Why
have
you
not
written
for
so
long
?
You
do
love
me
still
,
don
’
t
you
?
Your
letters
lately
have
been
so
different
,
cold
and
strange
,
and
now
this
long
silence
.
It
makes
me
afraid
.
If
you
were
to
stop
loving
me
!
But
that
’
s
impossible
—
what
a
silly
kid
I
am
—
always
imagining
things
!
But
if
you
did
stop
loving
me
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
should
do
—
kill
myself
perhaps
!
I
couldn
’
t
live
without
you
.
Sometimes
I
fancy
another
woman
is
coming
between
us
.
Let
her
look
out
,
that
’
s
all
—
and
you
too
!
I
’
d
as
soon
kill
you
as
let
her
have
you
!
I
mean
it
.
