_rien du tout_. Not for a moment do I believe that Ralph Paton has been

arrested.”

 

“But then——” began the girl slowly.

 

Poirot went on quickly:—

 

“There is one thing I should like to know—did Captain Paton wear shoes or boots

that night?”

 

Ursula shook her head.

 

“I can’t remember.”

 

“A pity! But how should you? Now, madame,” he smiled at her, his head on one

side, his forefinger wagging eloquently, “no questions. And do not torment

yourself. Be of good courage, and place your faith in Hercule Poirot.”

 

CHAPTER XXIII

 

POIROT’S LITTLE REUNION

 

“And now,” said Caroline, rising, “that child is coming upstairs to lie down.

Don’t you worry, my dear. M. Poirot will do everything he can for you—be sure of

that.”