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22. I Find Love
IdislikedintenselybeingassociatedwithPoirotinhuntingthisgirldown,butIcouldnotseeanywayofavoidingit,withoutrevealingeverythingtohim,andthis,forsomereason,Iwasloathtodo.
PoirotreappearedbriskandsmilingatDover,andourjourneytoLondonwasuneventful.Itwaspastnineo’clockwhenwearrived,andIsupposedthatweshouldreturnstraightawaytoourroomsanddonothingtillthemorning.ButPoirothadotherplans.
“Wemustlosenotime,monami.ThenewsofthearrestwillnotbeintheEnglishpapersuntilthedayaftertomorrow,butstillwemustlosenotime.”
Ididnotquitefollowhisreasoning,butImerelyaskedhowheproposedtofindthegirl.
“YourememberJosephAarons,thetheatricalagent?No?IassistedhiminalittlematterofaJapanesewrestler.Aprettylittleproblem,Imustrecountittoyouoneday.He,withoutdoubt,willbeabletoputusinthewayoffindingoutwhatwewanttoknow.”
IttookussometimetorunMr.Aaronstoearth,anditwasaftermidnightwhenwefinallymanagedit.HegreetedPoirotwitheveryevidenceofwarmth,andprofessedhimselfreadytobeofservicetousinanyway.
“There’snotmuchabouttheprofessionIdon’tknow,”hesaid,beaminggenially.
“Ehbien,M.Aarons,IdesiretofindayounggirlcalledBellaDuveen.”
“BellaDuveen.Iknowthename,butforthemomentIcan’tplaceit.What’sherline?”
“ThatIdonotknow—buthereisherphotograph.”
Mr.Aaronsstudieditforamoment,thenhisfacelighted.
“Gotit!”Heslappedhisthigh.
