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76 “Cela va sans dire. But how would you set about it?”

“The police,” I hazarded doubtfully.

Poirot smiled.

“They would accuse us of romancing. We have nothing to go upon—nothing whatever. We must wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“Wait for them to make a move. See now, in England you all comprehend and adore le boxe. If one man does not make a move, the other must, and by permitting the adversary to make the attack one learns something about him. That is our part—to let the other side make the attack.”

“You think they will?” I said doubtfully.

“I have no doubt whatever of it. To begin with, see, they try to get me out of England. That fails. Then, in the Dartmoor affair, we step in and save their victim from the gallows. And yesterday, once again, we interfere with their plans. Assuredly, they will not leave the matter there.”

As I reflected on this, there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for a reply, a man stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was a tall, thin man, with a slightly hooked nose and a sallow complexion. He wore