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Chapter X. The Arrest
“GonetoLondonagain?”
“Oh,no,monsieur,hehasbuttakenthetraintoTadminster.‘Toseeayounglady’sdispensary,’hesaid.”
“Sillyass!”Iejaculated.“ItoldhimWednesdaywastheonedayshewasn’tthere!Well,tellhimtolookusupto-morrowmorning,willyou?”
“Certainly,monsieur.”
But,onthefollowingday,nosignofPoirot.Iwasgettingangry.Hewasreallytreatingusinthemostcavalierfashion.
Afterlunch,Lawrencedrewmeaside,andaskedifIwasgoingdowntoseehim.
“No,Idon’tthinkIshall.Hecancomeuphereifhewantstoseeus.”
“Oh!”Lawrencelookedindeterminate.Somethingunusuallynervousandexcitedinhismannerrousedmycuriosity.
“Whatisit?”Iasked.“Icouldgoifthere’sanythingspecial.”
“It’snothingmuch,but—well,ifyouaregoing,willyoutellhim——”hedroppedhisvoicetoawhisper—“IthinkI’vefoundtheextracoffee-cup!”
IhadalmostforgottenthatenigmaticalmessageofPoirot’s,butnowmycuriositywasarousedafresh.
Lawrencewouldsaynomore,soIdecidedthatIwoulddescendfrommyhighhorse,andoncemoreseekoutPoirotatLeastwaysCottage.
ThistimeIwasreceivedwithasmile.MonsieurPoirotwaswithin.WouldImount?Imountedaccordingly.
Poirotwassittingbythetable,hisheadburiedinhishands.Hesprangupatmyentrance.
“Whatisit?”Iaskedsolicitously.“Youarenotill,Itrust?”
“No,no,notill.ButIdecideanaffairofgreatmoment.
