Poirot had read the message. He crumpled it up in his hand.

“I know⁠—now.”

He tapped the crumpled ball of paper.

“What is that?” said Raymond sharply.

“A wireless message⁠—from a steamer now on her way to the United States.”

There was a dead silence. Poirot rose to his feet bowing. “ Messieurs et Mesdames , this reunion of mine is at an end. Remember⁠— the truth goes to Inspector Raglan in the morning .”