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Suzanne approved this plan heartily. We made due and ostentatious preparations, inquiring once more about the departure of the train at the office and packing my luggage.

 

I enjoyed my soup. As I ate it I reminded him that he had not, after all, tendered me his advice.

 

“Just because you’re comfortably married and getting fat, you’ve forgotten that there’s any such thing as romance,” I ended.

 

“No. There are strict orders that no one is to see her until the ‘Colonel’ comes. Is she all right?”

 

“Yes. Long-headed, you know. A head whose width is less than 75 per cent. of its length,” I explained fluently.

 

“Well, the two men were apparently not on very good terms. Lowen is a speculator in quite a small way. Nevertheless, he has been able once or twice to score a coup off Davenheim in the market, though it seems they seldom or never actually met. It was a matter concerning some South American shares which led the banker to make his appointment.”

 

“Précisément,” said Poirot dryly. “Well, is he arrested, ce pauvre M. Lowen?”

 

“That may be,” he admitted. “One of your more sensible observations, Hastings. Well, we can do no more here. We have done all that mortal man can do. We have successfully pitted our wits against the late Andrew Marsh’s; but, unfortunately, his niece is no better off for our success.”

 

“The man who had a duplicate key, the man who ordered the lock, the man who has not been severely ill with bronchitis at his home in the country—enfin, that ‘stodgy’ old man, Mr. Shaw! There are criminals in high places sometimes, my friend. Ah, here we are. Mademoiselle, I have succeeded! You permit?”

 

“Of course, of course,” said Mr. Opalsen rather uncertainly. “Still——”

 

“So now it can’t be done until to-morrow,” finished Cynthia.

 

The door into the hall was a wide one. I had risen when Cynthia did, John was close by me. There were therefore three witnesses who could swear that Mrs. Inglethorp was carrying her coffee, as yet untasted, in her hand.

 

“He’ll be stopped by a policeman in another minute. There he goes, round the corner!”

 

“The good times will come again, Dorcas. At least, we hope so. Now, will you send Annie to me here?”

 

“Well, I don’t know, sir, I expect she would lock it up in that purple case of hers.”

 

 

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