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"Think so?Well，it's possible.Damn it all，hasn't anyone got eyes intheir head?" "Have patience，"said Poirot. "You seem very confident，M.Poirot.Got any reason for this optimism?" "Yes，Colonel Anderson.Up to now，the murderer has not made a mistake. He is bound to make one soon." "If that's all you've got to go on，"began the Chief Constable with asnort，but he was interrupted. "Mr Ball of the Black Swan is here with a young woman，sir.He reckonshe's got summat to say might help you." "Bring them along.Bring them along.We can do with anything helpful." Mr Ball of the Black Swan was a large，slow-thinking，heavily moving man. He exhaled a strong odour of beer.With him was a plump young woman withround eyes clearly in a state of high excitement.
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Hope I'm not intruding or wasting valuable time，"said Mr Ball in aslow，thick voice."But this wench，Mary here，reckons she's got something totell as you ought to know." Mary giggled in a half-hearted way. "Well，my girl，what is it?"said Anderson."What's your name?" "Mary，sir，Mary Stroud." "Well，Mary，out with it." Mary turned her round eyes on her naster. "It's her business to take up hot water to the gents'bedrooms，"said MrBall，coming to the rescue."About half a dozen gentlemen we'd got staying. Some for the races and some just commercials." "Yes，yes，"said Anderson impatiently.
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