"And to-day?"
"To-day I do not know what to think."
Poirot nodded gravely. He looked at his turnip of a watch again.
"I understand that I have carte blanche, messieurs—in every way, I mean? I must be able to go where I choose, and how I choose."
"Perfectly. There is a special train leaving for Dover in an hour's time, with a further contingent from Scotland Yard. You shall be accompanied by a Military officer and a C.I.D. man, who will hold themselves at your disposal in every way. Is that satisfactory?"
"Quite. One more question before you leave, messieurs. What made you come to me? I am unknown, obscure, in this great London of yours."
"We sought you out on the express recommendation and wish of a very great man of your own country."
"Comment? My old friend the Préfet———?"
Lord Estair shook his head.
"One higher than the Préfet. One whose word was once law in Belgium—and shall be again! That England has sworn!"
Poirot's hand flew swiftly to a dramatic salute. "Amen to that! Ah, but my Master does not
