Can't make head or tail of it. Seems my wife's been getting odd kind of letters, and that this Miss Marvell's had 'em too. What does it all mean?"
Poirot handed him the copy of Society Gossip.
"First, milord, I would ask you if these facts are substantially correct?"
The peer took it. His face darkened with anger as he read.
"Damned nonsense!" he spluttered. "There's never been any romantic story attaching to the diamond. It came from India originally, I believe. I never heard of all this Chinese god stuff."
"Still, the stone is known as 'The Star of the East.'"
"Well, what if it is?" he demanded wrathfully.
Poirot smiled a little, but made no direct reply.
"What I would ask you to do, milord, is to place yourself in my hands. If you do so unreservedly, I have great hopes of averting the catastrophe."
"Then you think there's actually something in these wild-cat tales?"
"Will you do as I ask you?"
