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POIROT INVESTIGATES
in again. I'd be glad if the police would search me. I've nothing to be afraid of."
At this moment there was a tap at the door. The inspector went to it. His face brightened when he saw who it was.
"Ah!" he said. "That's rather fortunate. I sent for one of our female searchers, and she's just arrived. Perhaps if you wouldn't mind going into the room next door."
He looked at the chambermaid, who stepped across the threshold with a toss of her head, the searcher following her closely.
The French girl had sunk sobbing into a chair. Poirot was looking round the room, the main features of which I have made clear by a sketch.
"Where does that door lead?" he inquired, nodding his head towards the one by the window.
