“What was the point, do you think?” asked Miss Ganett.

 

Caroline pursed up her lips, and shook her head with an air of knowing all about

it.

 

“Pung,” said Miss Ganett. “No—Unpung. I suppose that now the doctor’s in with M.

Poirot he knows all the secrets?”

 

“Far from it,” I said.

 

“James is so modest,” said Caroline. “Ah! a concealed Kong.”

 

The colonel gave vent to a whistle. For the moment gossip was forgotten.

 

“Your own wind, too,” he said. “_And_ you’ve got two Pungs of Dragons.

 

We must be careful. Miss Caroline’s out for a big hand.”

 

We played for some minutes with no irrelevant conversation.

 

“This M. Poirot now,” said Colonel Carter, “is he really such a great

detective?”

 

“The greatest the world has ever known,” said Caroline solemnly. “He had to come