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"Dear me，"I said，recovering from the shock."I suppose next time I comehome I shall find you wearing false moustaches-or are you doing so now?" Poirot winced.His moustaches had always been his sensitive point.He wasinordinately proud of them.My words touched him on the raw. "No，no，indeed，mon ami.That day，I pray the good God，is still faroff.The false moustache!Quel horreur!" He tugged at them vigorously to assure me of their genuine character. "Well，they are very luxuriant still，"I said. "N'est ce pas?Never，in the whole of London，have I seen a pair ofmoustaches to equal mine."
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A good job too，I thought privately.But I would not for the world havehurt Poirot's feelings by saying so. Instead I asked if he still practised his profession on occasion. "I know，"I said，"that you actually retired years ago-""C'est vrai.Togrow the vegetable marrows!And immediately a murder occurs-and I send thevegetable marrows to promenade themselves to the devil.And since then-I knowvery well what you will say-I am like the prima donna who makes positivelythe farewell performance!That farewell performance，it repeats itself anindefinite number of times!" I laughed.
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