I am to be able to restore her jewel to her. What beau temps, is it not? Good day, milord."
And smiling and talking, the amazing little man conducted the bewildered nobleman to the door. He returned gently rubbing his hands.
"Poirot," I said. "Am I quite demented?"
"No, mon ami, but you are, as always, in a mental fog."
"How did you get the diamond."
"From Mr. Rolf."
"Rolf?"
"Mais oui! The warning letters, the Chinaman, the article in Society Gossip, all sprang from the ingenious brain of Mr. Rolf! The two diamonds, supposed to be so miraculously alike—bah! they did not exist. There was only one diamond, my friend! Originally in the Yardly collection, for three years it has been in the possession of Mr. Rolf. He stole it this morning with the assistance of a touch of grease paint at the corner of each eye! Ah, I must see him on the film, he is indeed an artist, celui-là!
"But why should he steal his own diamond?" I asked, puzzled.
"For many reasons. To begin with, Lady Yardly was getting restive."
