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IX. The Disappearance of Mr. Davenheim
Only——”
“Yes?”
“Ehbien,afterwardshehadtowearafalsebeardandwig,hadtomakeupashimselfagain,andtosleepwithafalsebeardisnoteasy—itinvitesdetection!Hecannotriskcontinuingtosharethechamberofmadamehiswife.Youfoundoutformethatforthelastsixmonths,oreversincehissupposedreturnfromBuenosAyres,heandMrs.Davenheimoccupiedseparaterooms.ThenIwassure!Everythingfittedin.Thegardenerwhofanciedhesawhismastergoingroundtothesideofthehousewasquiteright.Hewenttotheboathouse,donnedhis‘tramp’clothes,whichyoumaybesurehadbeensafelyhiddenfromtheeyesofhisvalet,droppedtheothersinthelake,andproceededtocarryouthisplanbypawningtheringinanobviousmanner,andthenassaultingapoliceman,gettinghimselfsafelyintothehavenofBowStreet,wherenobodywouldeverdreamoflookingforhim!”
“It’simpossible,”murmuredJapp.
“AskMadame,”saidmyfriend,smiling.
ThenextdayaregisteredletterlaybesidePoirot’splate.Heopenedit,andafive-poundnoteflutteredout.Myfriend’sbrowpuckered.
“Ah,sacré!ButwhatshallIdowithit?Ihavemuchremorse!CepauvreJapp!Ah,anidea!Wewillhavealittledinner,wethree!Thatconsolesme.Itwasreallytooeasy.Iamashamed.I,whowouldnotrobachild—milletonnerres!Monami,whathaveyou,thatyoulaughsoheartily?”
