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“Did I not tell you Davenheim was a clever man? He prepared his alibi long beforehand. He was not in Buenos Ayres last autumn—he was creating the character of Billy Kellett, ‘doing three months,’ so that the police should have no suspicions when the time came. He was playing, remember, for a large fortune, as well as liberty. It was worth while doing the thing thoroughly. Only——”

 

Poirot nodded gravely. He looked at his turnip of a watch again.

 

“The chauffeur, momentarily taken aback, jammed on the brakes. The Prime Minister put his head out of the window. Instantly a shot rang out—then another. The first one grazed his cheek, the second, fortunately, went wide. The chauffeur, now realizing the danger, instantly forged straight ahead, scattering the band of men.”

 

Poirot sprang nimbly to his feet. One would have said that he awaited the summons. I followed with no less alacrity.

 

I felt a desire to rise to the occasion. Why not? In Poirot’s presence I have frequently felt a difficulty—I do not appear at my best. And yet there is no doubt that I, too, possess the deductive sense in a marked degree. I leant forward on a sudden impulse.

 

“Mon ami,” said Poirot. “You have, I know, been deeply interested in this mystery of the Plymouth Express. Read this.”

 

“You’re right, Monsieur Poirot. I was sure of Rupert’s guilt until I found this letter. It unsettled me horribly.”

 

“One thing more, monsieur. Your daughter’s fortune—to whom does it pass at her death?”

 

“I dare say. Anyway, I know as a fact that the Honorable Rupert is said to be extremely hard up.”

 

“Old chap’s getting on in years,” he observed beneath his breath to me. “That wont do for us young folk,” he said aloud.

 

“How dreadful,” I said, looking alarmed. “He won’t come in here, will he?”

 

“But you haven’t told me how you came to be wandering about so conveniently for me?” I said hastily, to cover his confusion.

 

“Your films! The ones that were passed to you through the ventilator? Wasn’t that on the 22nd?”

 

“All this is very well in its way, but we must get to business. Perhaps, Miss Beddingfeld, you can guess why we required your presence here?”

 

“I thought you couldn’t know about this.” He tapped the telegram. “I know you dislike being aroused early—but it is nine o’clock”—Pagett insists on regarding 9 a.m. as practically the middle of the day—“and I thought that under the circumstances——” He tapped the telegram again.

 

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