particular that they should be flowers she likes."
"That ees very charming of you, M. P0irot. I
weel tell you--I adore the big dark red carnations
--or the dark red roses."
"Superb--yes, SUperb! You do not, then, like
yellow fiowersyellow irises?"
"Yellow flowers--no--they do not accord with
my temperament."
"How wise .... Tell me, Mademoiselle, did you
ring up a friend tonight, since you arrived here?"
"I? Ring up a friend? No, what a curious question!''
"Ah, but I, I am a very curious man."
"I'm sure yoo are." She rolled her dark eyes at
him. "A vairy dangerous man."
"No, no, not dangerous; say, a man who may
be useful--in danger! You understand?"
Lola giggled. She showed white even teeth.
"No, no," she laughed. "You are dangerous."
Hercule Poirot sighed.
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"I see that you do not understand. All this is
very strange."
Tony came out of a fit of
abstraction and said
suddenly:
"Lola, what about a spot of swoop and dip?
Come along."
"I weel come--yes. Since M. Poirot ecs not
brave enough I"