“I am very grateful to you, Miss Grey. I think you did something to ease my poor Ruth’s mind in the last hours of her life. Now I want to ask you something. You know⁠— M. Poirot will have told you⁠—about the scoundrel that my poor girl had got herself mixed up with. He was the man of whom she spoke to you⁠—the man she was going to meet. In your judgment, do you think she might have changed her mind after her conversation with you? Do you think she meant to go back on her word?”

“I can’t honestly tell you. She had certainly come to some decision, and seemed more cheerful in consequence of it.”

“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.”