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7. The Mysterious Madame Daubreuil
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“Foronce,Iseefurtherthanyoudo,”Isaid.“Heranxietyisnotforherself—butforhermother.”
“Myfriend,”saidPoirot,“asusual,youseenothingatall.MadameDaubreuilisverywellabletolookafterherselfwithoutherdaughterworryingabouther.IadmitIwasteasingyoujustnow,butallthesameIrepeatwhatIsaidbefore.Donotsetyourheartonthatgirl.Sheisnotforyou!I,HerculePoirot,knowit.Sacré!ifonlyIcouldrememberwhereIhadseenthatface!”
“Whatface?”Iasked,surprised.“Thedaughter’s?”
“No.Themother’s.”
Notingmysurprise,henoddedemphatically.
“Butyes—itisasItellyou.Itwasalongtimeago,whenIwasstillwiththePoliceinBelgium.Ihaveneveractuallyseenthewomanbefore,butIhaveseenherpicture—andinconnectionwithsomecase.Iratherfancy—”
“Yes?”
“Imaybemistaken,butIratherfancythatitwasamurdercase!”
