Lord Edgware Dies Page 0,61

We must have a sense of proportion.'

'Six months ago,' murmured Poirot, a sudden light in his eyes. 'Dieu, que je suis bete!'

'What's he saying?' inquired Japp of me.

'Listen.' Poirot rose and tapped Japp on the chest.

'Why does Miss Adams' maid not recognize that box? Why does Miss Driver not recognize it?'

'What do you mean?'

'Because the box was new! It had only just been given to her. Paris, November - that is all very well - doubtless that is the date of which the box is to be a souvenir. But it was given to her now, not then. It has just been bought! Only just been bought! Investigate that, I implore you, my good Japp. It is a chance, decidedly a chance. It was bought not here, but abroad. Probably Paris. If it had been bought here, some jeweller would have come forward. It has been photographed and described in the papers. Yes, yes, Paris. Possibly some other foreign town, but I think Paris. Find out, I implore you. Make the inquiries. I want - I so badly want - to know who is this mysterious D.'

'It will do no harm,' said Japp good-naturedly. 'Can't say I'm very excited about it myself. But I'll do what I can. The more we know the better.'

Nodding cheerfully to us he departed.
Chapter 23 The Letter
'And now,' said Poirot, 'we will go out to lunch.'

He put his hand through my arm. He was smiling at me.

'I have hope,' he explained.

I was glad to see him restored to his old self, though I was none the less convinced myself of young Ronald's guilt. I fancied that Poirot himself had perhaps come round to this view, convinced by Japp's arguments. The search for the purchaser of the box was, perhaps, a last sally to save his face.

We went amicably to lunch together.

Somewhat to my amusement at a table the other side of the room, I saw Bryan Martin and Jenny Driver lunching together. Remembering what Japp had said, I suspected a possible romance.

They saw us and Jenny waved a hand.

When we were sipping coffee, Jenny left her escort and came over to our table. She looked as vivid and dynamic as ever.

'May I sit and talk to you a minute, M. Poirot?'

'Assuredly, Mademoiselle. I am charmed to see you. Will not M. Martin join us also?'

'I told him not to. You see, I wanted to talk to you about Carlotta.'

'Yes, Mademoiselle?'

'You wanted to get a line on to some man friend of hers. Isn't that so?'

'Yes, yes.'

'Well, I've been thinking and thinking. Sometimes you can't get at things straight away. To get them clear you've got to think back - remember a lot of little words and phrases that perhaps you didn't pay attention to at the time. Well, that's what I've been doing. Thinking and thinking - and remembering just what she said. And I've come to a certain conclusion.'

'Yes, Mademoiselle?'

'I think the man that she cared about - or was beginning to care about - was Ronald Marsh - you know, the one who has just succeeded to the title.'

'What makes you think it was he, Mademoiselle?'

'Well, for one thing, Carlotta was speaking in a general sort of way one day. About a man having hard luck, and how it might affect character. That a man might be a decent sort really and yet go down the hill. More sinned against then sinning - you know the idea. The first thing a woman kids herself with when she's getting soft about a man. I've heard the old wheeze so often! Carlotta had plenty of sense, yet here she was coming out with this stuff just like a complete ass who knew nothing of life. "Hello," I said to myself. "Something's up." She didn't mention a name - it was all general. But almost immediately after that she began to speak of Ronald Marsh and that she thought he'd been badly treated. She was very impersonal and offhand about it. I didn't connect the two things at the time. But now - I wonder. It seems to me that it was Ronald she meant. What do you think, M. Poirot?'

Her face looked earnestly up into his.

'I think, Mademoiselle, that you have perhaps given me some very valuable information.'

'Good.' Jenny clapped her hands.

Poirot looked kindly at her.

'Perhaps you have not heard - the gentleman of whom you speak, Ronald Marsh - Lord Edgware - has just been arrested.'

'Oh!' Her mouth flew open in surprise. 'Then my