“Well⁠—you are quite right, I did. I discovered that Kettering was on the rocks.”

“And now he has inherited two million pounds! La vie ⁠—it is a strange thing, is it not?”

Van Aldin looked at him sharply.

“What do you mean?”

“I moralise,” said Poirot, “I reflect, I speak the philosophy. But to return to where we were. Surely M. Kettering did not propose to allow himself to be divorced without making a fight for it?”

Van Aldin did not answer for a minute or two, then he said:

“I don’t exactly know what his intentions were.”

“Did you hold any further communications with him?”