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"
But
surely
Ratchett
would
have
known
--
"
"
Perhaps
he
did
know
.
Perhaps
,
already
this
woman
had
attempted
his
life
wearing
men
's
clothes
the
better
to
accomplish
her
purpose
.
Ratchett
may
have
guessed
that
she
would
use
the
same
trick
again
,
so
he
tells
Hardman
to
look
for
a
man
.
But
he
mentions
,
however
,
a
womanish
voice
.
"
"
It
is
a
possibility
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
.
"
But
--
"
"
Listen
,
my
friend
,
I
think
that
I
should
now
tell
you
of
certain
inconsistencies
noticed
by
Dr.
Constantine
.
"
He
retailed
at
length
the
conclusions
that
he
and
the
doctor
had
arrived
at
together
from
the
nature
of
the
dead
man
's
wounds
.
M.
Bouc
groaned
and
held
his
head
again
.
"
I
know
,
"
said
Poirot
sympathetically
.
"
I
know
exactly
how
you
feel
.
The
head
spins
,
does
it
not
?
"
"
The
whole
thing
is
a
fantasy
,
"
cried
M.
Bouc
.
"
Exactly
.
It
is
absurd
--
improbable
--
it
can
not
be
.
So
I
myself
have
said
.
And
yet
,
my
friend
,
there
it
is
!
One
can
not
escape
from
the
facts
.
"
"
It
is
madness
!
"
