Renauld says he is in imminent fear for his life, and though Poirot and Hastings travel there as quickly as they can, alas, too late! Renauld is dead, stabbed in the back and tipped into a shallow open grave on the golf course that borders his property. He never expects to see her again, but of course he does! The next day Poirot receives a letter begging him to come to Merlinville-sur-Mer, a small resort midway between Boulogne and Calais, to look into an urgent matter for a M. As they part he asks her name and, laughing, she replies “Cinderella”. On his way home from Paris, the ever-susceptible Hastings is charmed by a girl who shares his carriage on the train to Calais.
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