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"I kept awake for hours and then I fell asleep. Baree awakened me and now--it is too late. " "Yes too late to _run_!" said David. A flash of fire leaped into her eyes. "You mean. . . . " "We can fight!" he cried. "Good God Marge--if only I had my own rifle now!" He thrust a hand into his pocket and drew forth the cartridges she had given him. "Thirty-twos! And only eleven of them! It's got to be a short range for us. We.
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On the tray what else could it have been?'' ``It might have been salt '' replied Poirot placidly. I shrugged my shoulders. If he was going to take the matter that way it was no good arguing with him. The idea crossed my mind not for the first time that poor old Poirot was growing old. Privately I thought it lucky that he had associated with him some one of a more receptive type of mind. Poirot was surveying me with quietly twinkling eyes. ``You are not pleased with me mon ami?'' ``My dear Poirot '' I said coldly ``it is not for me to dictate to you. You have a right to your own opinion just as I have to mine. '' ``A most admirable sentiment '' remarked Poirot rising briskly to his feet. ``Now I have finished with this room. By the way whose is the smaller desk in the corner?'' ``Mr. Inglethorp's. '' ``Ah!'' He tried the roll top tentatively. ``Locked. But perhaps one of Mrs. Inglethorp's keys would.
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