I took it from him.

“Look inside,” commanded Poirot.

I did so. Inside was an inscription in fine writing:⁠—

From

R.

, March 13th.

From R. , March 13th.

I looked at Poirot, but he was busy inspecting his appearance in a tiny pocket glass. He paid particular attention to his moustaches, and none at all to me. I saw that he did not intend to be communicative.