“I mean nothing,” said Poirot. “I arrange the facts, that is all.”

Van Aldin stared at him with awakening interest.

The little man rose to his feet.

“I do not think I can be of any further service to you, M. le Juge,” he said politely, bowing to M. Carrège. “You will keep me informed of the course of events? It will be a kindness.”

“But certainly⁠—most certainly.”

Van Aldin rose also.

“You don’t want me any more at present?”

“No, Monsieur; we have all the information we need for the moment.”