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“
But
certainly
,
monsieur
.
”
He
produced
it
.
“
Here
it
is
.
M
.
le
juge
gave
orders
that
all
facilities
were
to
be
placed
at
your
disposal
.
You
will
return
it
to
me
when
you
have
finished
out
there
,
that
is
all
.
”
“
Of
course
.
”
I
felt
a
thrill
of
satisfaction
as
I
realized
that
in
Marchaud
’
s
eyes
,
at
least
,
I
ranked
equally
in
importance
with
Poirot
.
The
girl
was
waiting
for
me
.
She
gave
an
exclamation
of
delight
as
she
saw
the
key
in
my
hand
.
“
You
’
ve
got
it
then
?
”
“
Of
course
,
”
I
said
coolly
.
“
All
the
same
,
you
know
,
what
I
’
m
doing
is
highly
irregular
.
”
“
You
’
ve
been
a
perfect
duck
,
and
I
shan
’
t
forget
it
.
Come
along
.
They
can
’
t
see
us
from
the
house
,
can
they
?
”
“
Wait
a
minute
.
”
I
arrested
her
eager
advance
.
“
I
won
’
t
stop
you
if
you
really
wish
to
go
in
.
But
do
you
?
You
’
ve
seen
the
grave
,
and
the
grounds
,
and
you
’
ve
heard
all
the
details
of
the
affair
.
Isn
’
t
that
enough
for
you
?
This
is
going
to
be
gruesome
,
you
know
,
and
—
unpleasant
.
”
She
looked
at
me
for
a
moment
with
an
expression
that
I
could
not
quite
fathom
.
Then
she
laughed
.
“
Me
for
the
horrors
,
”
she
said
.
“
Come
along
.
”
