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24. “Save Him!”

           TheseyoungdetectivesoftheschoolofGiraud,theyareallalike—rude,sneeringfellows.Theydonotrealizethatanexaminingmagistrateofmy—er—experienceisboundtohaveacertaindiscernment,acertain—flair.Enfin!thepolitenessoftheoldschoolisinfinitelymoretomytaste.Therefore,mydearfriend,commandmeinanywayyouwill.Weknowathingortwo,youandI—eh?”

           Andlaughingheartily,enchantedwithhimselfandwithus,M.Hautetbadeusadieu.IamsorrytohavetorecordthatPoirot’sfirstremarktomeaswetraversedthecorridorwas:

           “Afamousoldimbecile,thatone!Ofastupiditytomakepity!”

           WewerejustleavingthebuildingwhenwecamefacetofacewithGiraud,lookingmoredandifiedthanever,andthoroughlypleasedwithhimself.

           “Aha!M.Poirot,”hecriedairily.“YouhavereturnedfromEnglandthen?”

           “Asyousee,”saidPoirot.

           “Theendofthecaseisnotfaroffnow,Ifancy.”

           “Iagreewithyou,M.Giraud.”

           Poirotspokeinasubduedtone.Hiscrest-fallenmannerseemedtodelighttheother.

           “Ofallthemilkandwatercriminals!Notanideaofdefendinghimself.Itisextraordinary!”

           “Soextraordinarythatitgivesonetothink,doesitnot?”suggestedPoirotmildly.

           ButGiraudwasnotevenlistening.Hetwirledhiscaneamicably.

           “Well,goodday,M.Poirot.Iamgladyou’resatisfiedofyoungRenauld’sguiltatlast.”

           “Pardon!ButIamnotintheleastsatisfied.JackRenauldisinnocent.

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