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"Poirot，"I said as we walked along by the river."Surely this crime canbe prevented?" He turned a haggard face to me. "The sanity of a city full of men against the insanity of one man?I fear，Hastings-I very much fear.Remember the long-continued successes of Jack theRipper." "It's horrible，"I said. "Madness，Hastings，is a terrible thing......I am afraid......I am verymuch afraid......"I still remember my awakening on the morning of the 25th of July.It musthave been about seven-thirty. Poirot was standing by my bedside gently shaking me by the
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shoulder.Oneglance at his face brought me from semiconsciousness into the fullpossession of my faculties. "What is it?"I demanded，sitting up rapidly. His answer came quite simply，but a wealth of emotion lay behind thethree words he uttered. "It has happened." "What?"I cried."You mean-but today is the 25th."
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