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7. The Mysterious Madame Daubreuil
Well,whatofthefootmark?”
Iexaminedthebedcarefully.
“Allthefootmarksinthebedweremadebythesameboot,”Isaidatlengthafteracarefulstudy.
“Youthinkso?Ehbien,Iagreewithyou,”saidPoirot.
Heseemedquiteuninterested,andasthoughhewerethinkingofsomethingelse.
“Atanyrate,”Iremarked,“youwillhaveonebeelessinyourbonnetnow.”
“MonDieu!Butwhatanidiom!Whatdoesitmean?”
“WhatImeantwasthatnowyouwillgiveupyourinterestinthesefootmarks.”
ButtomysurprisePoirotshookhishead.
“No,no,monami.AtlastIamontherighttrack.Iamstillinthedark,but,asIhintedjustnowtoM.Bex,thesefootmarksarethemostimportantandinterestingthingsinthecase!ThatpoorGiraud—Ishouldnotbesurprisedifhetooknonoticeofthemwhatever.”
Atthatmoment,thefrontdooropened,andM.Hautetandthecommissarycamedownthesteps.
“Ah,M.Poirot,wewerecomingtolookforyou,”saidthemagistrate.“Itisgettinglate,butIwishtopayavisittoMadameDaubreuil.WithoutdoubtshewillbeverymuchupsetbyM.Renauld’sdeath,andwemaybefortunateenoughtogetacluefromher.Thesecretthathedidnotconfidetohiswife,itispossiblethathemayhavetoldittothewomanwhoseloveheldhimenslaved.WeknowwhereourSamsonsareweak,don’twe?”
IadmiredthepicturesquenessofM.Hautet’slanguage.Isuspectedthattheexaminingmagistratewasbynowthoroughlyenjoyinghispartinthemysteriousdrama.
“IsM.Giraudnotgoingtoaccompanyus?”askedPoirot.
“M.
