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.”