“She gave you no idea where she intended to meet the skunk—whether in Paris or at Hyères?”
Katherine shook her head.
“She said nothing as to that.”
“Ah!” said Van Aldin thoughtfully, “and that is the important point. Well, time will show.”
He got up and opened the door of the adjoining room. Poirot and Knighton came back.
Katherine declined the millionaire’s invitation to lunch, and Knighton went down with her and saw her into the waiting car. He returned to find Poirot and Van Aldin deep in conversation.
“If we only knew,” said the millionaire thoughtfully, “what decision Ruth came to. It might have been any of half a dozen. She might have meant to leave the train at Paris and cable to me. She may have meant to have gone on to the south of France and have an explanation with the Count there. We are in the dark—absolutely in the dark. But we have the maid’s word for it that she was both startled and dismayed at the Count’s appearance at the station in Paris. That was clearly not part of the preconceived plan. You agree with me, Knighton?”
The secretary started. “I beg your pardon, Mr. Van Aldin. I was not listening.”
“Daydreaming, eh?” said Van Aldin. “That’s not like you. I believe that girl has bowled you over.”
Knighton blushed.
“She is a remarkably nice girl,” said Van Aldin thoughtfully, “very nice. Did you happen to notice her eyes?”