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The first scene of our story is a cellar beneath the rue de peychaud.
Poirot was following mr.
The physician laid back his outer garments, and then, with a penknife, slit the shirt-front from collar to waist.
Poirot made a sharp click with his tongue expressive of impatience.
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No matter, the game is up now.
Poirot wrinkled his forehead.
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He, i knew, was not likely to be far from his headquarters.