"
But, on the following day, no sign of Poirot. I was getting
angry. He was really treating us in the most cavalier fashion.
After lunch, Lawrence drew me aside, and asked if I was going
down to see him.
"No, I don't think I shall. He can come up here if he wants to
see us."
"Oh!" Lawrence looked indeterminate. Something unusually nervous
and excited in his manner roused my curiosity.
"What is it?" I asked. "I could go if there's anything special."
"It's nothing much, but--well, if you are going, will you tell
him--" he dropped his voice to a whisper--"I think I've found the
extra coffee-cup!"
I had almost forgotten that enigmatical message of Poirot's, but
now my curiosity was aroused afresh.
Lawrence would say no more, so I decided that I would descend
from my high horse, and once more seek out Poirot at Leastways
Cottage.
This time I was received with a smile. Monsieur Poirot was
within. Would I mount? I mounted accordingly.
Poirot was sitting by the table, his head buried in his hands.
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