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“
Oh
,
tomorrow
will
be
quite
soon
enough
,
I
assure
you
—
”
“
I
prefer
to
get
it
over
,
”
she
said
in
a
low
tone
,
a
spasm
of
pain
crossing
her
face
.
“
If
you
will
be
so
good
as
to
give
me
your
arm
,
Doctor
?
”
The
doctor
hastened
forward
,
a
cloak
was
thrown
over
Mrs
.
Renauld
’
s
shoulders
,
and
a
slow
procession
went
down
the
stairs
.
M
.
Bex
hurried
on
ahead
to
open
the
door
of
the
shed
.
In
a
minute
or
two
Mrs
.
Renauld
appeared
in
the
doorway
.
She
was
very
pale
,
but
resolute
.
Behind
her
,
M
.
Hautet
was
clacking
commiserations
and
apologies
like
an
animated
hen
.
She
raised
her
hand
to
her
face
.
“
A
moment
,
messieurs
,
while
I
steel
myself
.
”
She
took
her
hand
away
and
looked
down
at
the
dead
man
.
Then
the
marvellous
self
-
control
which
had
upheld
her
so
far
deserted
her
.
“
Paul
!
”
she
cried
.
“
Husband
!
Oh
,
God
!
”
And
pitching
forward
she
fell
unconscious
to
the
ground
.
Instantly
Poirot
was
beside
her
,
he
raised
the
lid
of
her
eye
,
felt
her
pulse
.
When
he
had
satisfied
himself
that
she
had
really
fainted
,
he
drew
aside
.
He
caught
me
by
the
arm
.
“
I
am
an
imbecile
,
my
friend
!
If
ever
there
was
love
and
grief
in
a
woman
’
s
voice
,
I
heard
it
then
.
My
little
idea
was
all
wrong
.
Eh
bien
!
I
must
start
again
!
”
Between
them
,
the
doctor
and
M
.
Hautet
carried
the
unconscious
woman
into
the
house
.
The
commissary
looked
after
them
,
shaking
his
head
.
