“ M. Poirot, I⁠—I want to tell you. I think you were quite right in what you said. I am going back to England almost immediately.”

Poirot stared at her very hard, and under the directness of his scrutiny she blushed.

“I see,” he said gravely.

“I don’t believe you do,” said Katherine.

“I know more than you think, Mademoiselle,” he said quietly.

He left her, with an odd little smile upon his lips. Entering a waiting car, he drove to Antibes.