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8. An Unexpected Meeting
Iwasdustingthesalon,andIsawhimpass,andhisfacewaswhite—white—withtwoburningspotsofred.Ah,buthewasangry!”
Léoniewasenjoyinghernarrativethoroughly.
“Andthedispute,whatwasitabout?”
“Ah,thatIdonotknow,”confessedLéonie.“Itistruethattheyshouted,buttheirvoicesweresoloudandhigh,andtheyspokesofast,thatonlyonewellacquaintedwithEnglishcouldhavecomprehended.ButMonsieur,hewaslikeathundercloudallday!Impossibletopleasehim!”
ThesoundofadoorshuttingupstairscutshortLéonie’sloquacity.
“AndFrançoisewhoawaitsme!”sheexclaimed,awakeningtoatardyremembranceofherduties.“Thatoldone,shealwaysscolds.”
“Onemoment,mademoiselle.Theexaminingmagistrate,whereishe?”
“Theyhavegoneouttolookattheautomobileinthegarage.Monsieurthecommissaryhadsomeideathatitmighthavebeenusedonthenightofthemurder.”
“Quelleidée,”murmuredPoirot,asthegirldisappeared.
“Youwillgooutandjointhem?”
“No,Ishallawaittheirreturninthesalon.Itiscoolthereonthishotmorning.”
Thisplacidwayoftakingthingsdidnotquitecommenditselftome.
“Ifyoudon’tmind—”Isaid,andhesitated.
“Notintheleast.Youwishtoinvestigateonyourownaccount,eh?”
“Well,I’dratherliketohavealookatGiraud,ifhe’sanywhereabout,andseewhathe’supto.”
“Thehumanfoxhound,”murmuredPoirot,asheleanedbackinacomfortablechair,andclosedhiseyes.“Byallmeans,myfriend.Aurevoir.”
Istrolledoutofthefrontdoor.
