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Eleven,It was just after dawn when Hercule Poirot awoke on the following morning. He had been given abedroom on the east side of the house.,Getting out of bed, he drew aside the window blind and satisfied himself that the sun hadrisen, and that it was a fine,morning.,He began to dress with his usual meticulous ¹ care. Having finished his toilet, he wrappedhimself up in a thick overcoat and wound a muffler round his neck.,Then he tiptoed out of his room and through the silent house down to the drawing room. Heopened the french windows noiselessly and passed out into the garden.,Immediately outside the windows was a strip of grass that ran parallel with the house. In frontof that was a wide herbaceous border. The michaelmas daisies still made a fine show. In front ofthe border was the flagged walk where Poirot was standing ³. A strip of grass ran from the grasswalk behind the border to the terrace. Poirot examined it carefully, then shook his head. He turnedhis attention to the border on either side,of it.,Very slowly he nodded his head. In the right-hand bed, distinct in the soft mould, there werefootprints.,As he stared down at them, frowning, a sound caught his ears and he lifted his head sharply.,Above him a window had been pushed up. He saw a red head of hair. Framed in an aureole ofgolden red he saw the intelligent face of Susan Cardwell.,She is meticulous in her presentation of facts.她介绍事实十分详细。,He crossed over to the window to see if it was still misty.他走到窗户那儿，看看是不是还有雾霭 。