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THE GOLDFISH POND
ing my empty hand, I dropped what it contained into my other hand. You shall see what that was."
He held out his left hand, palm open. On it lay a little circlet of gold. A woman's wedding ring.
I took it from him.
"Look inside," commanded Poirot.
I did so. Inside was an inscription in fine writing:—
From R., March 13th.
I looked at Poirot, but he was busy inspecting his appearance in a tiny pocket glass. He paid particular attention to his mustaches, and none at all to me. I saw that he did not intend to be communicative.
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