He put his lips to my ear.
"Do you know who that little man is?"
I shook my head.
"That is Detective Inspector James Japp of Scotland Yard--Jimmy
Japp. The other man is from Scotland Yard too. Things are
moving quickly, my friend."
I stared at the two men intently. There was certainly nothing of
the policeman about them. I should never have suspected them of
being official personages.
I was still staring, when I was startled and recalled by the
verdict being given:
"Wilful Murder against some person or persons unknown."
CHAPTER VII.
POIROT PAYS HIS DEBTS
As we came out of the Stylites Arms, Poirot drew me aside by a
gentle pressure of the arm. I understood his object. He was
waiting for the Scotland Yard men.
In a few moments, they emerged, and Poirot at once stepped
forward, and accosted the shorter of the two.
"I fear you do not remember me, Inspector Japp."
"Why, if it isn't Mr. Poirot!" cried the Inspector. He turned to
the other man. "You've heard me speak of Mr.
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