CHAPTER XVI
POIROT DISCUSSES THE CASE
"Everybody looked respectfully at Poirot. Undoubtedly the little man had scored heavily. The Commissary laughed—on a rather hollow note.
"You teach us all our business," he cried. "M. Poirot knows more than the police."
Poirot gazed complacently at the ceiling, adopting a mock-modest air.
"What will you; it is my little hobby," he murmured, "to know things. Naturally I have the time to indulge it. I am not overburdened with affairs."
"Ah!" said the Commissary shaking his head portentously. "As for me"
He made an exaggerated gesture to represent the cares that lay on his shoulders.
Poirot turned suddenly to Van Aldin.
"You agree. Monsieur, with this view? You feel certain that the Comte de la Roche is the murderer?"
"Why, it would seem so—yes, certainly."
Something guarded in the answer made the Examining Magistrate look at the American curiously. Van Aldin seemed aware of his scrutiny and made an effort as though to shake off some preoccupation.
"What about my son-in-law?" he asked. "You have acquainted him with the news? He is in Nice, I understand."
"Certainly, Monsieur." The Commissary hesitated,
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