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Chapter IX. Dr. Bauerstein
Youdon’treallywantto—andIdon’teither.”
“Well,ofcourse,thatsettlesit,”Isaidstiffly.“ButIdon’tseeanythingtolaughat.There’snothingfunnyaboutaproposal.”
“No,indeed,”saidCynthia.“Somebodymightacceptyounexttime.Good-bye,you’vecheeredmeupverymuch.”
And,withafinaluncontrollableburstofmerriment,shevanishedthroughthetrees.
Thinkingovertheinterview,itstruckmeasbeingprofoundlyunsatisfactory.
ItoccurredtomesuddenlythatIwouldgodowntothevillage,andlookupBauerstein.Somebodyoughttobekeepinganeyeonthefellow.Atthesametime,itwouldbewisetoallayanysuspicionshemighthaveastohisbeingsuspected.IrememberedhowPoirothadreliedonmydiplomacy.Accordingly,Iwenttothelittlehousewiththe“Apartments”cardinsertedinthewindow,whereIknewhelodged,andtappedonthedoor.
Anoldwomancameandopenedit.
“Goodafternoon,”Isaidpleasantly.“IsDr.Bauersteinin?”
Shestaredatme.
“Haven’tyouheard?”
“Heardwhat?”
“Abouthim.”
“Whatabouthim?”
“He’stook.”
“Took?Dead?”
“No,tookbytheperlice.”
“Bythepolice!”Igasped.“Doyoumeanthey’vearrestedhim?”
“Yes,that’sit,and——”
Iwaitedtohearnomore,buttoreupthevillagetofindPoirot.
