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Agatha Christie
back the lapel of his coat and showed something pinned there.
Battle gave an exclamation of astonishment. He looked through the papers and handed them back with a little bow.
“I’m sorry you’ve been man-handled, monsieur,” he said, “but you brought it on yourself, you know.”
He smiled, noting the astonished expression on the faces of the others.
“This is a colleague we have been expecting for some time,” he said. “M. Lemoine, of the Sûreté in Paris.”
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