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IX. The Disappearance of Mr. Davenheim
“Wearshishairratherlongandwavy,fullmoustacheandpointedbeard,bushyeyebrows.Eyesdark?”
“Yes.”
“Hairandbeardturninggrey?”
Thedetectivenodded.“Well,MonsieurPoirot,whathaveyougottosaytoitall?Clearasdaylight,eh?”
“Onthecontrary,mostobscure.”
TheScotlandYardmanlookedpleased.
“Whichgivesmegreathopesofsolvingit,”finishedPoirotplacidly.
“Eh?”
“Ifinditagoodsignwhenacaseisobscure.Ifathingisclearasdaylight—ehbien,mistrustit!Someonehasmadeitso.”
Jappshookhisheadalmostpityingly.“Well,eachtotheirfancy.Butit’snotabadthingtoseeyourwayclearahead.”
“Idonotsee,”murmuredPoirot.“Ishutmyeyes—andthink.”
Jappsighed.“Well,you’vegotaclearweektothinkin.”
“Andyouwillbringmeanyfreshdevelopmentsthatarise—theresultofthelaboursofthehard-workingandlynx-eyedInspectorMiller,forinstance?”
“Certainly.That’sinthebargain.”
“Seemsashame,doesn’tit?”saidJapptomeasIaccompaniedhimtothedoor.“Likerobbingachild!”
Icouldnothelpagreeingwithasmile.IwasstillsmilingasIre-enteredtheroom.
“Ehbien!”saidPoirotimmediately.“YoumakefunofPapaPoirot,isitnotso?”Heshookhisfingeratme.“Youdonottrusthisgreycells?Ah,donotbeconfused!Letusdiscussthislittleproblem—incompleteasyet,Iadmit,butalreadyshowingoneortwopointsofinterest.”
“Thelake!”Isaidsignificantly.
“Andevenmorethanthelake,theboathouse!”
IlookedsidewiseatPoirot.
