Pools of blood, they do say.
Poirot went over to him.
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The young man, short and dark, bowed jerkily.
His voice faltered and broke.
You see, do what you will to us, the net is drawn tightly round you.
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Number four also sprang up and went out.
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Bigger game than the marquis was at hand, and his captors released him and stood staring at the approaching victim.
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For some time now, we have been engaged on the task of elimination.
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Not until then.