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The other shook his head. "No-no-I can't say I do.Unless you are Mr Lucas's-what do they callit?-junior.Or perhaps you come from Mr.Maynard?" (Maynard ＆Cole were the defending solicitors.)His tone was polite butnot very interested.He seemed absorbed in some inner abstraction. "I am Hercule Poirot......" Poirot said the words very gently......and watched for the effect. Mr Cust raised his head a little. "Oh，yes?" He said it as naturally as Inspector Crome might have said it-butwithout the superciliousness.
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Then，a minute later，he repeated his remark. "Oh，yes?"he said，and this time his tone was different-it held anawakened interest.He raised his head and looked at Poirot. Hercule Poirot met his gaze and nodded his own head gently once or twice. "Yes，"he said."I am the man to whom you wrote the letters." At once the contact was broken.Mr Cust dropped his eyes and spokeirritably and fretfully. "I never wrote to you.Those letters weren't written by me.I've said soagain and again." "I know，"said Poirot."But if you did not write them，who did?" "An enemy.I must have an enemy.They are all against me.Thepolice-everyone-all against me.It's gigantic conspiracy."
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