" Husband put head in gas oven. Home life happy? "
No.
"Belgravia and Overseas Bank officer clerk absconds with fortune "?
How much is this fortune?
- 90 thousand pounds. - No.
That's a "King's ransom", Poirot!.
When it is used to ransom a King, it becomes interesting to Poirot.
" Missed typist, of 21. Where it Edna Field? "?
- No. - There's good stuff here, Poirot .
Mysterious suicide, absconding bank clerk, missing typist...
But I am not greatly attracted by any of them, mon ami.
I have affairs of importance of my own to attend to.
- Such as? - My wardrobe, Hastings.
If I mistake not there is on my new grey suit a spot of grease.
You have noticed it perhaps, non?
No.
Well, it is only the one spot, you understand, but it is sufficient to trouble me.
Then, there's my winter overcoat. I must lay him aside in the parlour of kittings.
And I think... yes...
I think the moment is right for the trimming the moustache, also the pomading--
There's a lady to see you, Mr. Poirot.
- A lady? - A client, her name's Mrs. Todd.
Unless the affair is one of national importance, I touch it not.
- I couldn´t say, sir. Shall I ask her? - No, no, no, miss Lemon. Show mrs.Todd in.
We shall judge for ourselves, hey Hastings?
Oh, yes, yes. Mrs. Todd. Doesn't sound as if she's national important.
Mind you, I once knew a Mrs. Jones who was Master of Hounds in the middle-ranked.
Yes?
No, that's all, funny woman.
- Mrs. Todd, sir. - Thank you.
Oh, are you Mr. Poirot?
I am Hercule Poirot, yes Madame.
Oh, you are not a bit how I thought you'd be.
Did you pay for that bit in the paper to say what a clever detective you were,
or did they put it there themselves?
Madame...
I'm sorry, I'm sure, but you know how newspapers are like nowadays,nothing but puff.
But no offence taken, I hope.
I tell you what I want you to do for me. I want you to find my cook.
I fear you are making a mistake, Madame. Hercule Poirot is a private detective.
I know that. Haven't I just told you I want you to find my cook for me?
Walked out of the house on Wednesday, without so much as a 'bye' and never came back.
I am sorry madame, but I do not touch that particular kind of business.
- I wish Good Day! - So that's it, is it?
Too proud, hey? Only do with government secrets and Contesses' jewels?
Well, let me tell you, Mr."Almighty" Poirot,
a good cook is a good cook,
and when you lose one, it's as much to you as pearls are to some fine Lady.
Madame, you are in the right and I am in the wrong.
Your remarks are just and intelligent.
This case will be a novelty, Hastings. Never before we handed for a missing domestique.
Truly, here is a the problem of "national importance".
Where do you reside, Mrs. Todd?
88, Prince Albert Road, Clapham.
You say that this jewel of cook went out on Wednesday and did not return?
- Wednesday, yes, it was her day off. - The day before yesterday.
Has it occured to you that she might have met with some accident. Have you inquired to the hospitals?
That's exactly what I thought yesterday,
but, this morning, she sent for her box.
- What box? - Her trunk.
- Her trunk, luggage. - Oh, I see.
Will you describe her to me, Madame?
Oh, most respectable. Ten years in her last place.
Middle age, grey hair and thin.
- And her name? - Dunn. Eliza Dunn.
Charming.
- You had no disagreement with her on Wednesday? - No, that's what makes it all so queer.
- How many servants do you keep? - Two.
Miss Dunn and the house parlor maid, Annie.
There we are. There's 88.
All right, driver.
Annie!
Hastings, my friend, promise me one thing.
- What's that, Poirot? - Never, but never...
... must Chief-Inspector Japp hear that I investigated such a case.
- Mum's the word, old boy.
Now, Annie, this gentleman is a detective, he wants to ask you a few questions.
Here we are, sir.
Voyons, Mademoiselle Annie.
- Sit yourself. - Thank you, sir.
What you shall tell us will be of greatest importance, Annie.
You alone can shed any light on the case.
Without you, I can do nothing.
- I'm sure I'll tell you anything I can, sir - That is good.
Now...
First of all...
What is your own idea? You are a girl of remarkable intelligence, it can be seen at once
but this is a queer thing, hey?
What is your explanation for Eliza's disappearance?
White slavers, sir.
I said so all along, sir, only no one will listen.
The cook was always warning me against them.
" Don't ya go snuffing yourself and eating no sweets,
no matter how gentle may the fellow. "
- It is something we did not thought of, Hastings. - No, right.
- Good Heavens! - But would she have sent for her trunk?
- Beg y'pardon, sir? - Miss Dunn sent for her trunk, I believe.
Now, if she had been taken by these white slavers, would she have sent for her luggage?
Well, I don't know, sir. She'd want her things, wouldn't she?
Even in foreign parts, she'd want her things.
Who came for her trunk, Annie?
The carriers, sir, the men from Patter Peterson.
- Did you pack it for her? - No, it was already packed and corded---
That is interesting.
That shows that when she left the house on Wednesday,already she determined not to return.
- You see that, do you not? - Ah, I'd never thought of that.
Tell me now, Annie,
what was the very last thing Eliza said to you before she went out?
She said: "If there's any stewed peaches left over from the dinning room,
" we'll have them for supper, and above bacon and fried potatoes. "
Mad for stewed peaches, she was. I shouldn't wonder if that's the way they got her.
Got her?
The white slavers.
Ah!! The stewed peaches, quite.
Thank you very much, Annie, you have been most helpful.
- Was she saying things about me? - Not at all.
Only things of the pleasantest nature.
But for a woman of your intelligence, Madame,
it would be tiresome to bear with patience the round-about methods
that we, plotting detectives, have to use.
Oh, I see. Well, I wouldn't say there is all that much difference between us, Mr. Poirot.
Rather I always was very good in general knowledge at school.
There!! And your husband, too, I'm sure is the intellectual, yes?
- Yes, he does very well with figures. - A successful businessman?
With the Prudential, yes, in the City.
What about the other inmates of the house, Madame?
- You mean Mr. Simpson, our paying guest? - What is his profession, Madame?
Oh, he's in business too, with the "Belgravian and Overseas Bank".
Young man, is he?
28 years, I believe. A nice young fellow.
Well, they'll must be back at around six, if you want to see them.
An excellent suggestion, Madame.
My colleague and I are going to take a turn in your famous common for...
... one hour.
It's a curious coincidence the paying guest Simpson works in the same bank
than the abscoding clerk.
- They ought to know each other. - Perhaps.
Or perhaps Davis visited Simpson, fell in love with the cook
and persuaded her to accompany him on his flight.
Come, Hastings, let's go back for the "Prudential" Mr. Todd.
I've heard of you, Mr. Poirot, haven't I?
- It is possible, Mr. Todd. - Yes.
- I've thought of crime, you know. - Indeed?
Perhaps you have some theories about the disappearance of your cook...
Theories? No. It's hardly a crime, is it?
A good cook, her, and economic, now they're very hot and uncommon.
Admirable.
Now we'd like to have a few words with your mr. Simpson,
if that's possible.
On the one up to that.
- Thank you. - Just on the next landing.
Mr. Simpson?
One moment.
- Yes? - Mr. Simpson?
My name is Poirot.
Hercule Poirot.
Oh! Yes.
May we have a moment of your so valuable time?
- Certainly, come in. - Thank you.
Mr. Simpson, mrs. Todd has engaged me to find Eliza Dunn,
the cook.
- Oh! Where is she? - But that what we do not know,monsieur.
- You know her, of course... - Well...
I must've met her, I suppose.
It would seem that miss Dunn has not been seen since Wednesday.
- Did you see her on that day? - I don't think so.
I don't know.
- You were at work as usual, on Wednesday? - Yes.
Thank you, Mr. Simpson.
I was most kind of you to spare us the time.
Tell me, Mr. Simpson,
what does a young fellow find to do aroud here, on the evening, hum?
Oh, the usual things, you know.
Musical evenings, amateur theatrycals, this kind of things?
- Yes, I suppose so. - You do not interest yourself, hmm?
Affaid not.
Thank you.
I think the husband has something to do with it.
- To do with the cook? - Something about him I don't trust.
Merely because a man does not offer you a drink, Hastings,
does not mean that he is necessarily guilty of other crimes.
But, there doesn't seem to be any crime at all, as far as I can see.
Yes, it is a curious case, full of contradictory features.
I am interested. Oh yes,
I am distinctly interested.
What?!
What?! How does she dare?
- What is it? - As a favour, as a great favour...
...I agreed to investigate this two-penny, half-penny of her!
- What is it, old chap? - Read it, read it!
" Mr. Todd regrets that, after all, his wife will not avail herself
" of Mr. Poirot's services. After talking over the matter with me,
" she sees that it was foolish to call in a detective about a purely domestic affair.
" Mr. Todd encloses a guinea for consultation. "
Is this to be believed? Do they think they can get rid of Hercule Poirot like that?
Non!
Non, non, non, non, non!
Thirty six times, no!
Did they send to me one guinea? No!
I will spend my own guineas! 3.600 of them, if need be!
But I am getting to the bottom of this matter.
" If Eliza Dunn...
" ... will communicate with this address ...
" ... she will hear something to her profit ... "
- "Advantage". - Yes?
- Good. You have that, miss Lemon? - Yes, Mr. Poirot.
- Put it in all the newspapers you can think of. - She won't read "The Times", I shouldn't think.
No, my dear Miss Lemon, perhaps she will not, but perhaps her new employers will.
Now run along. Vite, vite.
And you, Hastings, do not you run away with such celerity, I have work for you too.
Oh, now of all times, I thought to popping off to see the sendown this afternoon.
- No, no, no, you do not "pop". - There's a horse running a pal of mine has a leg off.
When he owns four legs, I pop with you.
But now is time for work, yes?
I want you to telephone to all the domestic agencies you can find
and ask if they found miss Eliza Dunn a new post.
As for me, I pop to the "City" of London.
And mr. Simpson was at work as usual on Wednesday?
Yes, mr. Simpson is an excellent timekeeper.
To tell the truth, he was absent on Thursday with a cold.
You have been most helpful, Mr. Cameron. Thank you.
Glad to be of assistance
It is an unfortunate occurence, this business of the Davis' absconding.
- Oh, you heard about you, did you? - It is hard to miss it.
The newspapers love scandals like that.
That is human nature, Mr. Cameron.
But it is comforting or us, mere mortals, to know that the banks too
have their difficulties. Again, I thank you, monsieur.
Chief-Inspector Japp. I wonder if I might ask you a few questions?
- You and Davis are friends, I believe? - That's right.
I can't believe this fim. There must be some mistake.
If I told you, sir, the number of times I've heard that said.
If you had to hazzard a conjecture, mr. Simpson, as to where Davis might go if he wanted to hide,
what would you say?
I-- I don't know. He was fond of Broadstairs.
Yes, I was thinking of something a little more exotic than that, sir. Foreign parts, even.
Oh, I don't think he's ever been abroad.
You were as usual at work on Wednesday, were you, mr. Simpson?
It's Thursday you want to know about, surely, and I was away on Thursday.
- and I was away on Thursday. - No, Mr. Simpson.
Altough the Bonds were found to be missing on Thursday,
we believe they were removed from the Bank on Wednesday.
I was here all day on Wednesday.
- What's up? - That man...
What has?
- He was up at Diggins yesterday. - Was he, by george?
- Ah! My dear Chief-Inspector Japp. - After the reward, hey Poirot?
- No, no, I am engaged in quite a different case. - What would this different case be, then?
Ah, no! There is a thing as client-confidenciality, Chief-Inspector.
Let's just say that this case I'm engaged in is of "national importance".
Well, I'm glad to hear it, Poirot.
Someone was trying to tell me that you gone into missing domestics business.
No, no, I said. Not Poirot, I said.
Hard times or not, he wouldn't fall that far.
- No word from Eliza Dunn, miss Lemon? - No, Mr. Poirot.
- Another letter from the Duchess of Braxton. - No, no, no.
She sounds desperate.
No.
Good heavens.
- Mr. Poirot! Mr. Poirot! - Yes, miss Lemon, yes?
There's a letter, sir. A letter of Eliza Dunn.
There! Did I not he tell you, Hastings?
And you wanted to wast Poirot' time with the Duchess.
- I omly thought that... - You must learn to be patient.
- Reads it to us, miss Lemon. - " Dear Sir, or Madam...
" Ref. your add in the newspaper, I already got my legacy,
" if there's some mistake. Yours truly, Eliza Dunn, miss.
" P.S. Thanks, all the same, for your trouble . "
- What does she mean, legacy? - We must talk to this woman, at...
- Fell Cottage, " Kiswick ". - "Kiswick"?
That's Keswick, Mr. Poirot, in the Lake District.
- Are there trains to this place? - Oh, yes.
Bon. In this case, come, Hastings. We have a train to catch.
Look at it, Hastings.
Not a building in sight.
Not a restaurant, not a theater,
not an art gallery.
- A waste land. - I thought you liked the country.
But this is not the country, my friend!
The country is full of trees, and flowers, and public houses.
This is a desert.
I don't even know why we came all this way, anyway,you already found the cook.
The cook is but the beginning of the story, Hastings.
We're on to bigger things.
Look at that, Poirot, look at that view.
Well, yes. The views are very nice, Hastings,
but they should be painted for us.
so that we may study them in the warmth and comfort of our homes.
That is why we pay the artist, for exposing himself on these conditions in our behalf.
But what conditions? It is a wonderful day.
- Just fill your lungs with that air. - No, my poor friend.
This sort of air is intended to birds and little furry things.
The lungs of Hercule Poirot demand something more substantial:
The good air of the town.
" Fell Cottage ", I perceive.
We have got the right Eliza Dunn, have we? What is shel doing all the way up here?
That is what we are here to find out.
Wonderful position.
If you are rock, is wonderful.
- Yes? - Miss Eliza Dunn?
Yes.
Formaly employee of Mrs. Todd, 88 Prince Albert Road, Clampham?
- That's right. - I am Hercule Poirot, miss Dunn.
You were kind enough to answer to my my newspaper advertisement.
Oh, yes!
Well, like I said in my letter, sir, I've already got my legacy.
Miss Dunn, may we be permitted to come in to the house for a moment?
I'm sure your employer will not object.
No, she won't mind. Come in.
Come in.
The reason I laughed, sir, I'm sorry, I don't have no employer, see.
This is my house.
- Oh, miss Dunn, forgive me. - That's all right, sir, you wasn't to know.
This is part of my legacy, see.
- Oh, sit down, do. - Thank you.
Now, miss Dunn,
you have mentioned your legacy,
but Captain Hastings and I, we know nothing of this.
What was the ad, then?
Your late mistress, ms. Todd, is much concerned about you.
She feared some accident might have been fallen about you.
- Didn't she get my letter? - No, she got no letter.
- She got no word of any kind. - Oh dear, sir.
I gave the letter to Mr. Crotchet. I said most particularly it was to give it to ms. Todd.
Oh, dear.
Perhaps you will recount to Captain Hastings and me, the whole history.
Well...
Wednesday's my day out.
And it was last Wednesday that it all started.
I'd been over to see my friend to Oxton and I was on my way home,
when a gentleman stopped me.
He said that he'd been asking for me at number 88.
and he told to me some story about an old friend of my grandmother's, in Australia,
leavimg me a house and some money in her will.
I didn't believe him, at first.
And then he showed me this letter.
Who was these lawyers, Earst and Crotchet?
127, Wentworth, Melbourne?
Well, one of them is in right here, miss Dunn.
" Benjamin Crotchet.
" Attorney in Law. "
I hope that relays your very understandable fears.
Yes, indeed, sir. I didn't mean to doubt you.
Now, miss Dunn, to business,
- I have to tell you your house is in Keswick. - That's nearby Ackton, isn't it?
No, miss Dunn, it's in the north of England, near Carlisle.
Oh, my good God.
But before we confront that particular difficulty,
there is one other stipulation we should get out of the way.
What is that, sir?
Now, it's of no importance, it does not apply to this case.
It is a stipulation that you should not be in domestic service.
Whatever's the matter, miss Dunn?
I am a cook, sir. Didn't they tell you at the house?
My dear Miss Dunn, I had no idea.
This is very unfortunate.
Will I have to lose the money, sir? And the house, sir?
It would have been nice, even it's a bit out of the way.
I believe I have it.
We lawyers, always know a thing or two.
The way out here is for you to loose your employment
your employment before we met
But we've already met, sir and I didn't leave yet.
- Haven't you? - No.
- Haven't you, miss Dunn? - No.
Oh, I see. Yes.
You left your employment this morning, did you not? Before we met.
Yes, I remember now. I did, as a matter of fact.
There. Now,
It is imperative that you take possession of your new house by noon, tomorrow.
In order to do that, you must catch the night train for Kings Cross.
Come along, miss Dunn. I can adventure 10 pounds for the train fare
and you can write your employer a note at the station, which I shall personally deliver.
And was everything as mr. Crotchet had said?
Oh yes, and more, sir.
Now, what about your luggage? All the things you had left at 88, Prince Albert Road?
Mr. Crotchet sent them on, like he said he would.
But it was done up in brown paper like.
I dunno, I suppose Ms. Todd was angry, and grudge with my bit of luck
woudn't let out my box.
- But Annie said that the trunk was... - Later, my friend. Later.
But then you say she never got my letter...
I can't say as I blame her.
I see.
Thank you, Mademoiselle. There has been, as you say,
a little "muddle" about your trunk,
which I'll explain now to ms. Todd, if you permit.
- Oh, thank you very much, sir. - Come, Hastings.
We must return to London it with all possible speed .
It there nowhere you can contact Chief-Inspector Japp?
Then telephone him at his home. Yes, of the geatest urgency.
Tell him he's not to be looking for Davis, he should be looking for Simpson.
No, not Davis, but Simpson!
Thank you.
Why should Japp want Simpson, all the sudden?
What's Simpson must have done?
Hastings, my friend, the little grey cells are not working today, hey?
They take a little vacances...
- It's to do with this Eliza, itn't it? - No.
We have moved beyond the cook's petit sphère, Hastings.
There's something to do with this Australian fellow?
- There is no Australian fellow. - Yes, there is. She told us about him.
Do you remember when we interviewed Simpson?
Interviewed Simpson? No.
In his little room, at the house in Clapham.
Oh, right. The lodger - yes .
Do remember I had asked if he had interest amateur theaticals?
- Yes, I do, as a matter of fact. - Why do you think I asked him that?
Why?
Making conversation, I suppose?
I asked him that because he had recently used a false beard.
It had a tint track of Arabic-gum in...
- What do toy call this here? - Sideburn.
Sideburn, yes..
Do you see?
- Oh, right. Yes. - Bon.
The Australian was Simpson in a false beard!
Who are you?
I am Hercule Poirot. And who are you?
Sergeant, there's some French gent at the door.
No, no, no, I am not some "French gent," I am some "Belgian gent"..
- Well, well,well, if it isn't mr. Poirot. - Yes. Is the lady of the house in?
- The Chief-Inspector is here. - Mr. Poirot!
I don't know how you still have the impertinence of showing you face here again.
You were paid off, Mr. Poirot, you were paid off handsomly.
And now look. I have police officers crawling all over the house!
You are not too popular in Clapham this morning, Poirot.
A bit of a wild goose chase, Poirot. As far as we can ascertain,
this mr. Simpson of yours is a perfectly respectable young bank employee
who happens to have gone home to his family.
We have the Shopshire Constable checking it at the moment.
- I only it wanted to ask... - No!
- Perhaps you'd be interested to know what... - No I wouldn't! Good day, mr.Poirot!
Poirot.
Annie, I need to ask you a question. Can you help me?
I'll try, sir.
Last Friday, the Patter Paterson came to collect Eliza's trunk, yes?.
- Her box. Yes, sir. - Were you home then?
Yes, I had to take them up to Eliza's room to take it up.
It was ever so heavy, sir. It took 3 of them to bring it down the stairs.
You all right, sir?
Of course. Tell me, Annie...
You said her box was already packed.
Oh, yes sir. Packed, locked and corded.
Quite a thick rope 'round it, and done it ever so tight.
- Did it have a label on it? - Yes, it did, sir.
- With an address? - Just her name.
" Miss Eliza Dunn, it said. Twickenham Station, to be called for. "
Very well, Annie. Thank you.
- Au revoir. - Au revoir, sir.
Excellent.
But why on earth would Crotchet prepare such an elaborate hoax?
Ah! That is a very good question, Hastings.
But Eliza Dunn has got her house.
I shall be surprised if she finds she has more than a 6 months lease.
- So what did Crotchet want? - Crotchet?
Well, Simpson then, pretending to be Crotchet.
He wanted something that Eliza Dunn had.
- Money, the Australian legacy? - He wanted a battered, old tin trunk.
A trunk, with nothing in it?
- But he could buy a trunk. - But he did not want a new trunk, mon ami.
He wanted a trunk of pedigree, a trunk of assured respectability.
Look here Poirot, what would Simpson want an old trunk for?
To put the body in, of course.
Sent on to Glasgow, gov, to await collection there.
But how do you know this? You did not consult your records.
I do not need to consult my records, gov, do I?
- What do you mean, body? What body? - Is he with you?
Whose body? I mean, there's got to be bodies all over the place?
Doucement, Hastings, all will be revealed to you.
- Can we get'on with the business, in here? - By all means.
I saw through it myself, didn't I? Yesterday morning. Some guff, with a beard.
- Crotchet! - You spoke to this man?
- O' course I spoke to him. - Did he give a name?
Nah, he just said this Eliza Dunn was his aunt
and she wanted the trunk sent on to Glasgow.
- And it's gone, you have sent it? - No.
Every Friday the "Southern Railway"pays me huge 'mounts of money so that I won't do that sor'of thing.
- I think he's being sarcastic, Poirot. - Non, non, Hastings.
He is a good man, he's doing a job of great responsibility.
Thank you, monsieur.
I'll tell you one thing, though.
- And what is that, monsieur? - You looking for this bloke, or somethin'?
- But of course we're looking for him. - I'm talking to the engineer, not the oil brake.
- Now look here... - Hastings!
What it this one thing you'll tell us, monsieur?
All right, I'll tell ya.
I'll tell ya where he is now.
- Go on. - Well, at least rough figures.
- Ah, a bit less sure, now, hey? - I bet he is, I bet he's where I'll say.
- Where do you say? - Bolivia, there!
- Bolivia? - That's in South America.
And what is it that makes you think that he is in Bolivia?
Well, going there, least on his way, like.
He asked to pay for this trunk to be sent for Glasgow, see?
I see.
He takes out a wad of notes, to choke a cow'orse, he could.
Had a few English notes there, which he paid what he owes me with,
but I couln't help but notice most of the other notes were Bolivian.
Hastings, this gentleman is a genius.
How do you know they were Bolivian?
Well, one tiny little thin' was: they had Bolivia written all over them, didn't they?
Here we are, this week sails.
- Nothing for Bolivia today. - Bolivia is a Landlocked Country, Hastings .
That explaines it, then.
There's one sail to Buenos Aires and goes by train from there.
What lovely names they all have: " Queen of Heaven " sailing for Caracas.
Thank you, miss Lemon. Can we stick to Buenos Aires, please?
Ah, there we are!
The S.S. Nevonia, from Southampton, at 01:00AM.
Let's go, then!
Are we looking for Simpson or the trunk?
Simpson, of course. The trunk is in Glasgow.
But first...
Scotland Yard.
And of course you see some sinister point in all these Arthur Simpson activities.
Yes, of course, Chief-Inspector. Six months rent on a house,
150 pounds to miss Dunn...
It is not much to assure the success of his plan.
And this famous plan is... ? I mean, I've heard a lot of that, mr. Poirot...
- I'm sure it's very entertaining, but... - We are wasting time, Chief-Inspector.
Go on, then.
His plan, of course, is to steal 90.000 pounds worth of negotiable securities
of the Belgravian and Overseas Bank.
Nah! That's Davis.
Here it is, Sergeant.
Chief-Inspector Japp speaking.
Ah yes, Sergeant. Good.
It's Glasgow. They found the trunk.
- And? - What you mean - and?
Have they opened it?
Sergeant Hendry, have you opened the trunk?
Ah yes, I see. Apparently they need a warrant of them.
Mon Dieu. There is a body in that trunk.
A body?
Look, Sergeant, there seems to be a possibility there is a body in that trunk.
Yes, a dead body.
You will?
Right. Thank you.
He thinks that may expedite matters. the process. He's gonna ring me back.
Now, what body? Whose body?
- Davis, of course. - This is nonsense, Poirot.
Davis stole the securities from the bank, Davis is the one that disappeared...
... the day-- Oh, God! - Precisely.
You think what Simpson wanted you to think.
Listen, Chief-Inspector,
on Wednesday, Simpson, disguised, decoys with the cook.
Now, he has already removed the securities from the bank,
but knows this will not be discovered until Thursday afternoon.
Now, he does not go to the bank on Thursday,
instead he lies and wait for Davis when comes out to lunch
and asks him to come up to Clapham with him.
Now, it is the maids day out.
Mrs. Todd is at the shops.
There is no one at the house.
Simpson kills Davis.
The one difficulty for a murderer
is the disposal of the body.
And that is why Simpson wanted the trunk of miss Eliza Dunn.
And now, if I am not much mistaken, my friends,
it is here we will aprehend our murderer.
Have I got something wrong, Chief-Inspector?
No, Poirot, can't be right everytime.
SAILINGS DISCONTINUED UP TO FURTHER NOTICE
Mon Dieu, I am wrong.
I am wrong!
Officer! Where does the " Queen of Heaven " sail from, tonight?
- Of the quay five, sir, over there. - Poirot, where're we going?
The " Queen of the Heaven " sails for Caracas tonight.
I remember it from " The Time".
Yes, but Caracas isn't in Bolivia, is it?
What the clerk saw in the note was not Bolivia.
- What was it then? - It was bolívar!
And the bolívar is the unit of Venezuela. Our friend is on his way to Venezuela.
Simpson!
Stop that man!
No, no, no! To the left.
Miss Lemon, at least one centimetre to the left.
That's better.
Voilá.
Is there nothing to which Hercule Poirot can not turn his "finger".
Hand.
" Pay to Hercule Poirot, the sum of one Guinea only.
" Ernest Todd. "
It is to me Hastings, a little reminder: never to despise the trivial, hum?
The the undignified.
A disappearing domestic at one hand,
a cold-blooded murder at the other.