to you. I must talk to you.'
'But certainly, Madame, will you not sit down?'
'No, no, not here. I want to talk to you privately. We'll go right upstairs to my suite.'
Bryan Martin had joined her, he spoke now with a deprecating laugh.
'You must wait a little, Jane. We're in the middle of supper. So is M. Poirot.'
But Jane Wilkinson was not so easily turned from her purpose.
'Why, Bryan, what does that matter? We'll have supper sent up to the suite. Speak to them about it, will you? And, Bryan - '
She went after him as he was turning away and appeared to urge some course upon him. He stood out about it, I gathered, shaking his head and frowning. But she spoke even more emphatically and finally with a shrug of the shoulders he gave way.
Once or twice during her speech to him she had glanced at the table where Carlotta Adams sat, and I wondered if what she were suggesting had anything to do with the American girl.
Her point gained, Jane came back, radiant.
'We'll go right up now,' she said, and included me in a dazzling smile.
The question of our agreeing or not agreeing to her plan didn't seem to occur to her mind. She swept us off without a shade of apology.
'It's the greatest luck just seeing you here this evening, M. Poirot,' she said as she led the way to the lift. 'It's wonderful how everything seems to turn out right for me. I'd just been thinking and wondering what on earth I was going to do and I looked up and there you were at the next table, and I said to myself: "M. Poirot will tell me what to do."'
She broke off to say 'Second Floor' to the lift-boy.
'If I can be of aid to you - ' began Poirot.
'I'm sure you can. I've heard you're just the most marvellous man that ever existed. Somebody's got to get me out of the tangle I'm in and I feel you're just the man to do it.'
We got out at the second floor and she led the way along the corridor, paused at a door and entered one of the most opulent of the Savoy suites.
Casting her white fur wrap on one chair, and her small jewelled bag on the table, the actress sank on to a chair and exclaimed:
'M. Poirot, somehow or other I've just got to get rid of my husband!'
Chapter 2 A Supper Party
After a moment's astonishment Poirot recovered himself!
'But, Madame,' he said, his eyes twinkling, 'getting rid of husbands is not my speciality.'
'Well, of course I know that.'
'It is a lawyer you require.'
'That's just where you're wrong. I'm just about sick and tired of lawyers. I've had straight lawyers and crooked lawyers, and not one of them's done me any good. Lawyers just know the law, they don't seem to have any kind of natural sense.'
'And you think I have?'
She laughed.
'I've heard that you're the cat's whiskers, M. Poirot.'
'Comment? The cat's whiskers? I do not understand.'
'Well - that you're it.'
'Madame, I may or may not have brains - as a matter of fact I have - why pretend? But your little affair, it is not my genre.'
'I don't see why not. It's a problem.'
'Oh! a problem!'
'And it's difficult,' went on Jane Wilkinson. 'I should say you weren't the man to shy at difficulties.'
'Let me compliment you on your insight, Madame. But all the same, me, I do not make the investigations for divorce. It is not pretty - ce metier la.'
'My dear man. I'm not asking you to do spying work. It wouldn't be any good. But I've just got to get rid of the man, and I'm sure you could tell me how to do it.'
Poirot paused awhile before replying. When he did, there was a new note in his voice.
'First tell me, Madame, why are you so anxious to "get rid" of Lord Edgware?'
There was no delay or hesitation about her answer. It came swift and pat.
'Why, of course. I want to get married again. What other reason could there be?'
Her great blue eyes opened ingenuously.
'But surely a divorce should be easy to obtain?'
'You don't know my husband, M. Poirot. He's - he's - ' She shivered. 'I don't know how to explain it. He's a queer man - he's not like other people.'
She paused and then went on.
'He should never have married - anyone. I know what I'm talking about. I just can't describe him, but he's - queer. His