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“
Ah
,
mon
ami
,
do
not
set
your
heart
on
Marthe
Daubreuil
.
She
is
not
for
you
,
that
one
!
Take
it
from
Papa
Poirot
!
”
“
Why
,
”
I
cried
,
“
the
commissary
assured
me
that
she
was
as
good
as
she
is
beautiful
!
A
perfect
angel
!
”
“
Some
of
the
greatest
criminals
I
have
known
had
the
faces
of
angels
,
”
remarked
Poirot
cheerfully
.
“
A
malformation
of
the
grey
cells
may
coincide
quite
easily
with
the
face
of
a
madonna
.
”
“
Poirot
,
”
I
cried
,
horrified
,
“
you
cannot
mean
that
you
suspect
an
innocent
child
like
this
!
”
“
Ta
-
ta
-
ta
!
Do
not
excite
yourself
!
I
have
not
said
that
I
suspected
her
.
But
you
must
admit
that
her
anxiety
to
know
about
the
case
is
somewhat
unusual
”
“
For
once
,
I
see
further
than
you
do
,
”
I
said
.
“
Her
anxiety
is
not
for
herself
—
but
for
her
mother
.
”
“
My
friend
,
”
said
Poirot
,
“
as
usual
,
you
see
nothing
at
all
.
Madame
Daubreuil
is
very
well
able
to
look
after
herself
without
her
daughter
worrying
about
her
.
I
admit
I
was
teasing
you
just
now
,
but
all
the
same
I
repeat
what
I
said
before
.
Do
not
set
your
heart
on
that
girl
.
She
is
not
for
you
!
I
,
Hercule
Poirot
,
know
it
.
Sacré
!
if
only
I
could
remember
where
I
had
seen
that
face
!
”
“
What
face
?
”
I
asked
,
surprised
.
“
The
daughter
’
s
?
”
“
No
.
The
mother
’
s
.
”
