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7. The Mysterious Madame Daubreuil
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Andsheturnedandranbackuptheroad,lookinglikeamodernAtalanta.Istaredafterher.
“Monami,”saidPoirot,inhisgentleironicalvoice,“isitthatwearetoremainplantedhereallnight—justbecauseyouhaveseenabeautifulyoungwoman,andyourheadisinawhirl?”
Ilaughedandapologized.
“Butsheisbeautiful,Poirot.Anyonemightbeexcusedforbeingbowledoverbyher.”
Poirotgroaned.
“MonDieu!Butitisthatyouhavethesusceptibleheart!”
“Poirot,”Isaid,“doyourememberaftertheStylesCasewhen—”
“Whenyouwereinlovewithtwocharmingwomenatonce,andneitherofthemwereforyou?Yes,Iremember.”
“Youconsoledmebysayingthatperhapssomedayweshouldhunttogetheragain,andthatthen—”
“Ehbien?”
“Well,wearehuntingtogetheragain,and—”Ipaused,andlaughedratherself-consciously.
ButtomysurprisePoirotshookhisheadveryearnestly.
“Ah,monami,donotsetyourheartonMartheDaubreuil.Sheisnotforyou,thatone!TakeitfromPapaPoirot!”
“Why,”Icried,“thecommissaryassuredmethatshewasasgoodassheisbeautiful!Aperfectangel!”
“SomeofthegreatestcriminalsIhaveknownhadthefacesofangels,”remarkedPoirotcheerfully.“Amalformationofthegreycellsmaycoincidequiteeasilywiththefaceofamadonna.”
“Poirot,”Icried,horrified,“youcannotmeanthatyoususpectaninnocentchildlikethis!”
“Ta-ta-ta!Donotexciteyourself!IhavenotsaidthatIsuspectedher.Butyoumustadmitthatheranxietytoknowaboutthecaseissomewhatunusual
