the next fact in chronological order?”
“You’ve missed one out—when the Missus and the bloke dressed up as a Hospital Nurse passed the waiter in the passage.”
“It must have been just before we came up in the lift,” said Tommy. “They must have had a narrow escape of meeting us face to face. Pretty quick work, that. I—”
He stopped.
“What is it, sir?”
“Be silent, mon ami . I have the kind of little idea—colossal, stupendous—that always comes sooner or later to Hercule Poirot. But if so—if that’s it—Oh! Lord, I hope I’m in time.”
He raced out of the Park, Albert hard on his heels, inquiring breathlessly as he ran.
“What’s up, sir? I don’t understand.”
“That’s