Chapter 18: Giraud Acts

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌⁠“By the way, Poirot,” I said, as we walked along the hot white road, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you. I dare say you meant well, but really it was no business of yours to go mouching round to the Hôtel du Phare without letting me know.”

Poirot shot a quick sidelong glance at me.

“And how did you know I had been there?” he inquired.

Much to my annoyance I felt the colour rising in my cheeks.

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