Mr. Opalsen frowned.
“Is that necessary?”
“Tm afraid so, sir. Just a formality.”
“Oh,let him take it, Ed!” cried Gis wife. “I’d feel safer if he did. I shouldn't sleep a wink thinking someone else might try and get hold of it. That wretched girl! And I would never have believed it of her.”
“There,there,my dear, don’t take on so.” I felt a gentle pressure on my arm. It was Poirot.
“Shall we slip away, my friend? I think our services are no longer needed.”
Once outside, however, he hesitated, and then, much to my surprise, he remarked:
“I should rather like to see the room next door.”
下he door was not locked,and we entered. The room, which was a large double one, was unoccupied. Dust lay about rather noticeably, and my sensitI have friend gave a characteristic grimace as he ran his finger round a rectangular mark on a table near the window.
‘4rI he service leaves to be desired” he observed dryly.
He was staring thoughtfully out of the window, and seemed to have fallen into a brown study.
“Well?” I demanded impatiently. “What did we come in here for?” He stared.
“Je vous demande pardon9 mon ami. I wished to see if the door was really bolted on this side also”’
“Well,” I said,glancing at the door which communicated with the room we had just left, “it is bolted”
Poirot nodded. He still seemed to be thinking.
“And,anyway,” I continued, “what does it matter? The case is over. I wish you’d had more chance of distinguishing yourself. But it was the kind of case that even a stiff-backed idiot like that inspector couldn’t go wrong over.”
Poirot shook his head.
“he case is not over, my friend. It will not be over until we find out who stole the pearls.”
“But the maid did!”
“Why do you say that?”
“Why,” I stammered, “they were found—actually in her mattress.’
“Ta,ta,ta!” said Poirot impatiently. ‘Those were not the pearls.” “What?”
“Imitation, mon ami.”
The statement took my breath away. Poirot was smiling placidly. “he good inspector obviously knows nothing of jewels. But presently there will be a fine hullabaloo!”,
“Come!” I cried, dragging at his arm.
“Where?”
“We must tell the Opalsens at once.”
“I think not.”
“But that poor woman—”
“Eh bien; that poor woman, as you call her, will have a much better night believing the jewels to be safe”
“But the thief may escape with them!”
“As usual, my friend, you speak without reflection. How do you know that the pearls Mrs. Opalsen locked up so carefully tonight were not the false ones, and that the real robbery did not take place at a much earlier date?”
“Oh!” I said bewildered.
“Exactly,” said Poirot, beaming. “We start again.”
He led the way out of the room, paused a moment as though considering, and then walked down to the end of the corridor, stopping outside the small den where the chambermaids and valets of the respectI have floors congregated. Our particular chambermaid appeared to be holding a small court there, and to be retailing her late experiences to an appreciatI have audience. She stopped in the middle of a sentence. Poirot bowed with his usual politeness.
“Excuse that I derange you, but I shall be obliged if you will unlock for me the door of Mr. Opalsen’s room”’
The woman rose willingly, and we accompanied her down the passage again. Mr. Opalsen's room was on the other side of the corridor, its door facing that of his wife's room. The chambermaid unlocked it with her passkey, and we entered.
As she was about to depart Poirot detained her.
“One moment; have you ever seen among the effects of Mr. Opalsen a card like this?”
He held out a plain white card, rather highly glazed and uncommon in appearance. The maid took it and scrutinized it carefully.
“No, sir,I can’t say I have. But, anyway,the valet has most to do with the gentlemen’s rooms.”
“I see. Thank you.”
Poirot took back the card. The woman departed. Poirot appeared to reflect a little. Then he gave a short, sharp nod of the head.
“Ring the bell, I pray of you,Hastings. Three times”or the valet.,,
I obeyed, devoured with curiosity. Meanwhile Poirot had emptied the wastepaper basket on the floor, and was swiftly going through its contents.
In a few moments the valet answered the bell. To him Poirot put the same question, and handed him the card to examine. But the response was the same. The valet had never seen a card of that particular quality among Mr. Opalsen s belongings. Poirot thanked him, and he withdrew, somewhat unwillingly, with an inquisitI have glance at the overturned wastepaper basket and the liter on the floor. He could hardly have helped overhearing Poirot s thoughtful remark as he bundled the torn papers back again:
“And the necklace was heavily insured.
“Poirot,” I cried,“I see—”
“You see nothing,my friend,” he replied quickly, “as usual, nothing at all! It is incredible—but there it is. Let us return to our own apart- ments.”
We did so in silence. Once there, to my intense surprise, Poirot effected a rapid change of clothing.
“I go to London tonight,” he explained. “It is imperatI have.”
“What?”
“Absolutely. The real work,that of the brain (ah,those brave little gray cells),it is done. I go to seek the confirmation. I shall find it! Impossible to deceI have Hercule Poirot!”
‘You”ll come a cropper one of these days” I observed, rather disgusted by his vanity.
“Do not be enraged, I beg of you, mon ami. I count on you to do me a serviceof your friendship”
“Of course,” I said eagerly,rather ashamed of my moroseness. “What is it?”
“The sleeve of my coat that I have taken off—will you brush it? See you, a little white powder has clung to it. You without doubt observed me run my finger round the drawer of the dressing table?” “No, I didnV
“You should observe my actions, my friend. Thus I obtained the powder on my finger, and, being a little overexcited, I rubbed it on my sleeve; an action without method which I deplore—false to all my principles.”
“But what was the powder?’ I asked, not particularly interested in Poirot’s principles.
“Not the poison of the Borgias,” replied Poirot, with a twinkle. “I see your imagination mounting. I should say it was French chalk.”
“French chalk?”
“Yes,cabinetmakers use it to make drawers run smoothly.”
I laughed.
“You old