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emerald that is the stolen eye of a god，no untraceable Eastern poisons.Youhave the melodramatic soul，Hastings.You would like，not one murder，but aseries of murders." "I admit，"I said，"that a second murder in a book often cheers thingsup.If the murder happens in the first chapter，and you have to follow upeverybody's alibi until the last page but one-well，it does get a bittedious." The telephone rang and Poirot rose to answer. "Allo，"he said."Allo.Yes，it is Hercule Poirot speaking." He listened for a minute or two and then I saw his face change. His own side of the conversation was short and disjointed. "Mais oui......"
"Yes，of course......" "But yes，we will come......" "Naturally......" "It may be as you say......" "Yes，I will bring it.A tout a l'heure then." He replaced the receiver and came across the room to me. "That was Japp speaking，Hastings."