me to come in with him, but I was all for adventure and seeing the world. I chucked dentistry and went off to farm in South Africa. However, that wasn't much good; I hadn't had enough experience. I had to accept the old man's offer and come and set up business with him.'
'And now you are thinking of chucking dentistry again and going off to Canada. You have a Dominion complex!'
'This time I shall be forced to do it.'
'Ah, but it is incredible how often things force one to do the thing one would like to do.'
'Nothing's forcing me to travel,' said Jane wistfully. 'I wish it would.'
'Eh bien, I make you an offer here and now. I go to Paris next week. If you like, you can take the job of my secretary. I will give you a good salary.'
Jane shook her head.
'I mustn't give up Antoine's. It's a good job.'
'So is mine a good job.'
'Yes, but it's only temporary.'
'I will obtain you another post of the same kind.'
'Thanks, but I don't think I'll risk it.'
Poirot looked at her and smiled enigmatically.
Three days later he was rung up.
'M. Poirot,' said Jane, 'is that job still open?'
'But, yes. I go to Paris on Monday.'
'You really mean it? I can come?'
'Yes, but what has happened to make you change your mind?'
'I've had a row with Antoine. As a matter of fact, I lost my temper with a customer. She was an – an absolute – Well, I can't say just what she was through the telephone. I was feeling nervy, and instead of doing my soothing-sirup stuff, I just let rip and told her exactly what I thought of her.'
'Ah, the thought of the great wide-open spaces.'
'What's that you say?'
'I say that your mind was dwelling on a certain subject.'
'It wasn't my mind, it was my tongue that slipped. I enjoyed it. Her eyes looked just like her beastly Pekingese's – as though they were going to drop out – but here I am, thrown out on my ear, as you might say. I must get another job sometime, I suppose, but I'd like to come to Paris first.'
'Good; it is arranged. On the way over, I will give you your instructions.'
Poirot and his new secretary did not travel by air, for which Jane was secretly thankful. The unpleasant experience of her last trip had shaken her nerve. She did not want to be reminded of that lolling figure in rusty black.
On their way from Calais to Paris they had the compartment to themselves and Poirot gave Jane some idea of his plans.
'There are several people in Paris that I have to see. There is the lawyer – Maitre Thibault. There is also M. Fournier, of the Surete – a melancholy man, but intelligent. And there are M. Dupont pere and M. Dupont fils. Now, Mademoiselle Jane, whilst I am taking on the father, I shall leave the son to you. You are very charming, very attractive. I fancy that M. Dupont will remember you from the inquest.'
'I've seen him since then,' said Jane, her color rising slightly.
'Indeed? And how was that?'
Jane, her color rising a little more, described their meeting in the Corner House.
'Excellent; better and better. Ah, it was a famous idea of mine to bring you to Paris with me. Now listen carefully, Mademoiselle Jane. As far as possible do not discuss the Giselle affair, but do not avoid the subject if Jean Dupont introduces. It might be well if, without actually saying so, you could convey the impression that Lady Horbury is suspected of the crime. My reason for coming to Paris, you can say, is to confer with M. Fournier and to inquire particularly into any dealings Lady Horbury may have had with the dead woman.'
'Poor Lady Horbury. You do make her a stalking horse!'
'She is not the type I admire. Eh bien, let her be useful for once.'
Jane hesitated for a minute, then said:
'You don't suspect young M. Dupont of the crime, do you?'
'No, no, no. I desire information merely.' He looked at her sharply. 'He attracts you, eh, this young man? Il est sex appeal?'
Jane laughed at the phrase.
'No, that's not how I would describe him. He's very simple, but rather a dear.'
'So that is how you describe him – very simple?'
'He is simple. I think it's because he's led a nice unworldly life.'
'True,' said Poirot. 'He has not, for instance, dealt with teeth. He has not been disillusioned by the sight of a public hero shivering with fright in the dentist's chair.'
Jane laughed.
'I don't think Norman 's roped in any public heroes yet as patients.'
'It would have been a waste, since he is going to Canada.'
'He's talking of New Zealand now. He thinks I'd like the climate better.'
'At all events he is patriotic. He sticks to the British Dominions.'
'I'm hoping,' said Jane, 'that it won't be necessary.'
She fixed Poirot with an inquiring eye.
'Meaning that you put your trust in Papa Poirot? Ah, well, I will do the best I can; that I promise you. But I have the feeling very strongly, mademoiselle, that there is a figure who has not yet come into the limelight – a part as yet unplayed.'
He shook his head, frowning.
'There is, mademoiselle, an unknown factor in this case. Everything points to that.'
Two days after their arrival in Paris, M. Hercule Poirot and his secretary dined in a small restaurant, and the two Duponts, father and son, were Poirot's guests.
Old M. Dupont Jane found as charming as his son, but she got little chance of talking to him. Poirot monopolized him severely from the start. Jane found Jean no less easy to get on with than she had done in London. His attractive boyish personality pleased her now as it had then. He was such a simple friendly soul.
All the same, even while she laughed and talked with him, her ear was alert to catch snatches of the two older men's conversation. She wondered precisely what information it was that Poirot wanted. So far as she could hear, the conversation had never touched once on the murder. Poirot was skillfully drawing out his companion on the subject of the past. His interest in archaeological research in Persia seemed both deep and sincere. M. Dupont was enjoying his evening enormously. Seldom did he get such an intelligent and sympathetic listener.
Whose suggestion it was that the two young people should go to a cinema was not quite clear, but when they had gone, Poirot drew his chair a little closer to the table and seemed prepared to take a still more practical interest in archaeological research.
'I comprehend,' he said. 'Naturally, it is a great anxiety in these difficult days to raise sufficient funds. You accept private donations?'
M. Dupont laughed.
'My dear friend, we sue for them practically on bended knees! But our particular type of dig does not attract the great mass of humanity. They demand spectacular results! Above all, they like gold – large quantities of gold! It is amazing how little the average person cares for pottery. Pottery – the whole romance of humanity can be expressed in terms of pottery. Design, texture -'
M. Dupont was well away. He besought Poirot not to be led astray by the specious publications of B--, the really criminal misdating of L--, and the hopelessly unscientific stratification of G--. Poirot promised solemnly not to be led astray by any of the publications of these learned personages.
Then he said:
'Would a donation, for instance, of five hundred pounds -'
