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“I know, Bland, I know,” he said fretfully. “Maybe he was a little Belgian wizard in his day—but surely, man, his day’s over. He’s what age?”
Bland slid tactfully over the answer to this question which, in any case, he did not know. Poirot himself was always reticent on the subject of his age.

“Oh, no, Madame, you are wrong there. The police do not give up. And I,” he added, “do not give up either. Remember that, Madame, I, Hercule Poirot, do not give up.” It was a very typical exit line.

P.C. Hoskins inquired with interest: “Who’s this Monsieur Poirot, sir?” “You’d describe him probably as a scream,” said Inspector Bland. “Kind of music hall parody of a Frenchman, but actually he’s a Belgian. But in spite of his absurdities, he’s got brains.

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