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70 left the garden of another villa—and from that garden, mark you, the tree fell—so nearly on us. Garden doors from both open on the alley. The ambush is there. Men pour out, overpower him, and carry him into the strange villa.”

“Good gracious, Poirot,” I cried, are you pretending to see all this?”

“I see it with the eyes of the mind, mon ami. So, and only so, could it have happened. Come, let us go back to the house.”

“You want to see Madame Olivier again?”

Poirot gave a curious smile.

“No, Hastings, I want to see the face of the lady on the stairs.”

“Who do you think she is, a relation of Madame Olivier’s?”

“More probably a secretary—and a secretary engaged not very long ago.”

The same gentle acolyte opened the door to us.

“Can you tell me,” said Poirot, “the name of the lady, the widow lady, who came in just now?”

“Madame Veroneau? Madame’s secretary?”

“That is the lady. Would you be so kind as to ask her to speak to us for a moment.”

The youth disappeared. He soon reappeared.