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"Oh!Lady Clarke，you mustn't say that.I did think Miss Grey a very nicegirl-so romantic-looking，like someone out of a novel." "I've no patience with the lot of you，"said Lady Clarke feebly. "Well，she's gone now，my dear.Gone right away." Lady Clarke shook her head with feeble impatience but she did not answer. Poirot said: "Why did you say that Miss Grey was a liar?" "Because she is.She told you no strangers came to the house，didn'tshe?" "Yes." "Very well，then.I saw her-with my own eyes-out of this window-talkingto a perfectly strange man on the front doorstep." "When was this?"
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"In the morning of the day Car died-about eleven o'clock." "What did this man look like?" "An ordinary sort of man.Nothing special." "A gentleman-or a tradesman?" "Not a tradesman.A shabby sort of person.I can't remember." A sudden quiver of pain shot across her face. "Please-you must go now-I'm a little tired-Nurse." We obeyed the cue and took our departure. "That's an extraordinary story，"I said to Poirot as we journeyed backto London."About Miss Grey and a strange man." "You see，Hastings?It is，as I tell you:there is always something to befound out."
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