The little man
appeared to be taking the whole house into his confidence, a
proceeding of which I, for one, doubted the wisdom. Once again I
could not help regretting that my friend was so prone to lose his
head in moments of excitement. I stepped briskly down the
stairs. The sight of me calmed Poirot almost immediately. I
drew him aside.
"My dear fellow," I said, "is this wise? Surely you don't want
the whole house to know of this occurrence? You are actually
playing into the criminal's hands."
"You think so, Hastings?"
"I am sure of it."
"Well, well, my friend, I will be guided by you."
"Good. Although, unfortunately, it is a little too late now."
"Sure."
He looked so crestfallen and abashed that I felt quite sorry,
though I still thought my rebuke a just and wise one.
"Well," he said at last, "let us go, mon ami."
"You have finished here?"
"For the moment, yes. You will walk back with me to the
village?"
"Willingly."
He picked up his little suit-case, and we went out through the
open window in the drawing-room.
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