here, I've been round to Hoffberg, and they know nothing about that man of theirs last night, or the wire either. Do you think that———"
Poirot held up his hand.
"My excuses! I sent that wire, and hired the gentleman in question."
"You—but why? What?" The nobleman spluttered impotently.
"My little idea was to bring things to a head," explained Poirot placidly.
"Bring things to a head! Oh, my God!" cried Lord Yardly.
"And the ruse succeeded," said Poirot cheerfully. "Therefore, milord, I have much pleasure in returning you—this!" With a dramatic gesture he produced a glittering object. It was a great diamond.
"The Star of the East," gasped Lord Yardly. "But I don't understand———"
"No?" said Poirot. "It makes no matter. Believe me, it was necessary for the diamond to be stolen. I promised you that it should be preserved to you, and I have kept my word. You must permit me to keep my little secret. Convey, I beg of you, the assurances of my deepest respect to Lady Yardly, and tell her how pleased
