gang are really trying to recover the diamonds? It seems too incredible."
We went over the facts again and again, but could get no further towards the elucidation of the mystery. At last Lady Yardly rose.
"I really don't think I need wait for Monsieur Poirot. You can tell him all this, can't you? Thank you so much, Mr.———"
She hesitated, her hand outstretched.
"Captain Hastings."
"Of course! How stupid of me. You're a friend of the Cavendishes, aren't you? It was Mary Cavendish who sent me to Monsieur Poirot."
When my friend returned, I enjoyed telling him the tale of what had occurred during his absence. He cross-questioned me rather sharply over the details of our conversation and I could read between the lines that he was not best pleased to have been absent. I also fancied that the dear old fellow was just the least inclined to be jealous. It had become rather a pose with him to consistently belittle my abilities, and I think he was chagrined at finding no loophole for criticism. I was secretly rather pleased with myself, though I tried to conceal the fact for fear
