“It isn’t that I doubt your story for a moment,” explained Raymond. “I’ve always been quite sure Captain Paton was innocent. But one has to think of a court of law⁠—and the questions that would be asked. He is in a most unfortunate position, but if he were to come forward⁠—”

Poirot interrupted.

“That is your advice, yes? That he should come forward?”

“Certainly. If you know where he is⁠—”

“I perceive that you do not believe that I do know. And yet I have told you just now that I know everything. The truth of the telephone call, of the footprints on the windowsill, of the hiding place of Ralph Paton⁠—”

“Where is he?” said Blunt sharply.

“Not very far away,” said Poirot, smiling.

“In Cranchester?” I asked.