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"M. Poirot," she said with outstretched hand. Her eye ran rapidly over the dandified figure. She paused a minute, ignoring the little man's bow over her hand, and his murmured "My Lady," and then releasing his hand after a sudden vigorous pressure, she exclaimed: "I believe in small men! They are the clever ones."