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Ratchett
seemed
relieved
by
Poirot
's
answer
.
He
said
quickly
:
"
Why
,
yes
,
I
appreciate
that
point
.
Enemy
or
enemies
--
it
does
n't
matter
.
What
does
matter
is
my
safety
.
"
"
Safety
?
"
"
My
life
has
been
threatened
,
Mr.
Poirot
.
Now
,
I
'm
a
man
who
can
take
pretty
good
care
of
himself
.
"
From
the
pocket
of
his
coat
his
hand
brought
a
small
automatic
into
sight
for
a
moment
.
He
continued
grimly
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
'm
the
kind
of
man
to
be
caught
napping
.
But
as
I
look
at
it
I
might
as
well
make
assurance
doubly
sure
.
I
fancy
you
're
the
man
for
my
money
,
Mr.
Poirot
.
And
remember
--
big
money
.
"
Poirot
looked
at
him
thoughtfully
for
some
minutes
.
His
face
was
completely
expressionless
.
The
other
could
have
had
no
clue
as
to
what
thoughts
were
passing
in
that
mind
.
"
I
regret
,
Monsieur
,
"
he
said
at
length
.
"
I
can
not
oblige
you
.
"
The
other
looked
at
him
shrewdly
.
"
Name
your
figure
,
then
,
"
he
said
.
Poirot
shook
his
head
.
"
You
do
not
understand
,
Monsieur
.
I
have
been
very
fortunate
in
my
profession
.
I
have
made
enough
money
to
satisfy
both
my
needs
and
my
caprices
.
I
take
now
only
such
cases
as
--
interest
me
