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"You, doctor,3? said Poirot gravely,
"will do all you can for your patient. The
rest of us will employ ceaseless vigilance
-- and wait. There is nothing else we can
It was three days later that a little party
of men appeared in front of the hotel in
the early hours of the morning.
It was Hercule Poirot who opened the
front door to them with a flourish.
"Welcome, mon vieux."
Monsieur Lementeuil, Commissaire of
Police, seized Poirot by both hands.
"Ah, my friend, with what emotion I
greet you! What stupendous events -what emotions you have passed through! And we below, our anxiety, our fears-knowing nothing -- fearing everything. No
wireless--no means of communication.
To heliograph, that was indeed a stroke
of genius on your part."
"No, no," Poirot endeavoured to look
modest. "After all, when the inventions
of man fail, one falls back upon nature.
There is always the sun in the sky."
The little party filed into the hotel.
"We are not expected ?" His smile was
Poirot smiled also. He said:
"But no! It is believed that the funicular
is not nearly repaired yet."
Lementeuil said with emotion:
"Ah, this is a great day. There is no
doubt, you think? It is really Marrascaud
167 "It is Marrascaud all right. Come with
me." They went up the stairs. A door opened
and Schwartz came out in his dressinggown.
He stared when he saw the men.
"I heard voices," he explained. "Why,
what's this ?"
Hercule Poirot said grandiloquently:
"Help has come! Accompany us, monsieur.
This is a great moment."
He started up the next flight of stairs.
"Are you going up to Drouet? How is
he, by the way ?"
"Dr. Lutz reported him going well last
They came to the door ofDrouet's room.
Poirot flung it open. He announced:
"Here is your wild boar, gentlemen. Take
him alive and see to it that he does not
cheat the guillotine."
The man in the bed, his face still bandaged, started up. But the police officers
had him by the arms before he could move.
Schwartz cried bewildered:
"But that's Gustave the waiter -- that's
"It is Gustave, yes -- but it is not Drouet. 168
Drouet was the first waiter, the waiter
Robert who was imprisoned in the unused
part of the hotel and whom Marrascaud
killed the same night as the attack was
made on me.3'
Over breakfast, Poirot explained gently
to the bewildered American.
'Tou comprehend, there are certain
things one knows — knows quite certainly
in the course of one's profession. One
knows, for instance, the difference between
a detective and a murderer! Gustave was
no waiter—that I suspected at once—
but equally he was not a policeman. I have
dealt with policemen all my life and I
know. He could pass as a detective to an
outsider—but not to a man who was a
"And so, at once, I was suspicious. That
evening, I did not drink...
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