“Well, he is arrested for the murder of Mrs. Inglethorp⁠—”

“What?” cried Poirot, in apparently lively astonishment. “ Dr. Bauerstein arrested for the murder of Mrs. Inglethorp?”

“Yes.”

“Impossible! That would be too good a farce! Who told you that, my friend?”

“Well, no one exactly told me,” I confessed. “But he is arrested.”

“Oh, yes, very likely. But for espionage, mon ami .”

“Espionage?” I gasped.