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For a long time neither of them spoke. When at length Julius broke the silence, it was with a totally unexpected remark.

 

“Evenin’, gov’nor,” said the man with a leer. “Got those ropes, mate?”

 

Whittington snatched it up and read it. A frown gathered on his brow.

 

“It’s that sour-faced brute Conrad,” he decided. “That’s a fellow I shall enjoy getting even with one of these days. This is just a bit of spite on his part. I’m certain of it.”

 

“We might as well sit down,” said Julius, when he had introduced all his guests to each other. “Tuppence, will you——”

 

Gently he picked away the fragments of broken glass. Suddenly his face changed to one of utter stupefaction.

 

“What absolutely bewilders me,” I said, “is how she ever got into the house without our seeing her. It seems an absolute miracle. We left her behind at the Villa Marguerite, we go straight to the Villa Geneviève—and yet she is there before us!”

 

“Of all the milk and water criminals! Not an idea of defending himself. It is extraordinary!”

 

“Ah! Voilà une idée!” cried the magistrate, shaken in spite of himself.

 

“But you must have known,” I expostulated. “You were taken up to see her this afternoon.”

 

“Oh, come on—don’t let’s beat about the bush! As far as I can see, the whole of England will know the hole we’re in soon enough. Time’s everything.”

 

“Of course black bearded man was not Havering only you or Japp would have such an idea wire me description of housekeeper and what clothes she wore this morning same of Mrs. Havering do not waste time taking photographs of interiors they are underexposed and not in the least artistic.”

 

“Seems a shame, doesn’t it?” said Japp to me as I accompanied him to the door. “Like robbing a child!”

 

“My excuses! I sent that wire, and hired the gentleman in question.”

 

I looked helplessly at Poirot, and he answered the glance.

 

 

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