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"Who shall the victim be-man or woman?Man，I think.Some big-wig.Americanmillionaire.Prime Minister.Newspaper proprietor.Scene of the crime-well，what's wrong with the good old library?Nothing like it for atmosphere. As for the weapon-well，it might be a curiously twisted dagger-or someblunt instrument-a carved stone idol-"Poirot sighed. "Or，of course，"I said，"there's poison-but that's always sotechnical.Or a revolver shot echoing in the night.Then there must be abeautiful girl or two-""With auburn hair，"murmured my friend.
"Your same old joke.One of the beautiful girls，of course，must beunjustly suspected-and there's some misunderstanding between her and theyoung man.And then，of course，there must be some other suspects-an olderwoman-dark，dangerous type-and some friend or rival of the dead man's-and aquiet secretary-dark horse-and a hearty man with a bluff manner-and a coupleof discharged
servants or gamekeepers or somethings-and a damn fool of adetective rather like Japp-and well-that's about all." "That is your idea of the cream，eh?" "I gather you don't agree." Poirot looked at me sadly. "You have made there a very pretty resume of nearly all the detect

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of France- all France itself- lay under the night sky, concentrated into a faint hair-breadth line. So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it. ¡¡¡¡The Defarges, husband and wife, came lumbering under the starlight, in their public vehicle,

to that gate of Paris whereunto their journey naturally tended. There was the usual stoppage at the barrier guardhouse, and the usual lanterns came glancing forth for the usual examination and inquiry. Monsieur Defarge alighted; knowing one or two of the soldiery there, and one of the police. The latter he was intimate with, and affectionately embraced.

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of France- all France itself- lay under the night sky, concentrated into a faint hair-breadth line. So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it. ¡¡¡¡The Defarges, husband and wife, came lumbering under the starlight, in their public vehicle,
to that gate of Paris whereunto their journey naturally tended. There was the usual stoppage at the barrier guardhouse, and the usual lanterns came glancing forth for the usual examination and inquiry. Monsieur Defarge alighted; knowing one or two of the soldiery there, and one of the police. The latter he was intimate with, and affectionately embraced.