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Poirot nodded.

‘It’s no good going farther,’ said the inspector, as we came in view of the drive. ‘It’s all gravelled again here, and hard as it can be.’

Again Poirot nodded, but his eyes were fixed on a small garden house – a kind of superior summer-house. It was a little to the left of the path ahead of us, and a gravelled walk ran up to it. Poirot lingered about until the inspector had gone back towards the house. Then he looked at me.

‘You must have indeed been sent from the good god to replace my friend hastings,’ he said, with a twinkle. ‘I observe that you do not quit my side. how say you, doctor Sheppard, shall we investigate that summer-house? It interests me.’

He went up to the door and opened it. Inside, the place was almost dark. There were one or two rustic seats, a croquet set, and some folded deck-chairs.

I was startled to observe my new friend. he had dropped to his hands and knees and was crawling about the floor. every now and then he shook his head as though not satisfied. finally, he sat back on his heels.