Interview with Mirelle
When Knighton left Katherine he went in search of Hercule Poirot, whom he found in the Rooms, jauntily placing the minimum stake on the even numbers. As Knighton joined him, the number thirty-three turned up, and Poirot’s stake was swept away.
“Bad luck!” said Knighton; “are you going to stake again?”
Poirot shook his head.
“Not at present.”
“Do you feel the fascination of gambling?” asked Knighton curiously.
“Not at roulette.”
Knighton shot a swift glance at him. His own face became troubled. He spoke haltingly, with a touch of deference.