"Yes. I've been out there ever since the War—a great country."
"Exactly. Now what was the talk about at dinner on Tuesday night?"
"Oh, I don't know. The usual odd topics. Maltravers asked after my people, and then we discussed the question of German reparations, and then Mrs. Maltravers asked a lot of questions about East Africa, and I told them one or two yarns, that's about all, I think."
"Thank you."
Poirot was silent for a moment, then he said gently: "With your permission, I should like to try a little experiment. You have told us all that your conscious self knows, I want now to question your subconscious self."
"Psychoanalysis, what?" said Black, with visible alarm.
"Oh, no," said Poirot reassuringly. "You see, it is like this, I give you a word, you answer with another, and so on. Any word, the first one you think of. Shall we begin?"
"All right," said Black slowly, but he looked uneasy.
"Note down the words, please, Hastings," said Poirot. Then he took from his pocket his
