“Let them mount” said Poirot, carefully folding his gray trousers.
In a few minutes the two visitors were ushered in, and my heart gave a leap as in the foremost I recognized no less a personage than Lord Estair, leader of the House of Commons; while his companion, Mr. Bernard Dodge, was also a member of the war cabinet, and, as I knew, a close personal friend of the Prime Minister.
“Monsieur Poirot?” said Lord Estair interrogatI havely. My friend bowed. The great man looked at me and hesitated. “My business is private.”
“You may speak freely before Captain Hastings,” said my friend, nodding to me to remain. “He has not all the gifts, no! But I answer for his discretion.”
Lord Estair still hesitated, but Mr. Dodge broke in abruptly：
“Oh, come on—don’t let’s beat about the bush! As far as I can see, the whole of England will know the hole we're in soon enough. Time's everything.”
“Pray be seated,messieurs,” said Poirot politely. “Will you take the big chair,Milord?”
Lord Estair started slightly. “You know me?”
Poirot smiled. "Certainly. I read the little papers with the pictures. How should I not know you?”
“Monsieur Poirot, I have come to consult you upon a matter of
the most vital urgency. I must ask for absolute secrecy.”
“You have the word of Hercule Poirot一I can say no more!” said my friend grandiloquently.
“ It concerns the Prime Minister. We are in grave trouble.” ifcWe’re up a tree!” interposed Mr. Dodge.
“The injury is serious,then?” I asked.
“What injury?”
“The bullet wound.”
“Oh,that!” cried Mr. Dodge contemptuously. ‘That’s old history”’ “As my colleague says,continued Lord Estair,“that affair is over and done with. Luckily, it failed. I wished I could say as much for the second attempt.”
“There has been a second attempt, then?”
‘4Yes, though not of the same nature. Monsieur Poirot, the Prime Minister has disappeared.”
“What?”
“He has been kidnapped!”
“Impossible!” I cried, stupefied.
Poirot threw a withering glance at me, which I knew enjoined me to keep my mouth shut.
“Unfortunately, impossible as it seems, it is only too true,” continued his lordship.
Poirot looked at Mr. Dodge. “You said just now, monsieur, that time was everything. What did you mean by that?”
The two men exchanged glances, and then Lord Estair said：
“You have heard, Monsieur Poirot, of the approaching Allied Confer- ence?”
My friend nodded.
‘For obvious reasons, no details have been gaven of when and where it is to take place. But, although it has been kept out of the newspapers, the date is, of course, widely known in diplomatic circles. The conference is to be held tomorrow—Thursday—evening at Versailles. Now you perceI have the terrible gravity of the situation. I will not conceal from you that the Prime Minister s presence at the conference is a vital necessity. The pacifist propaganda, started and maintained by the German agents in our midst, has been very actI have. It is the unI haversal opinion that the turning point of the conference will be the strong personality of the Prime Minister. His absence may have the most serious results—possibly a premature and disastrous peace. And we have no one who can be sent in his place. He alone can represent England.”
Poirots face had grown very grave. 'Then you regard the kidnapping of the Prime Minister as a direct attempt to prevent his being present at the conference?.
“Most certainly I do. He was actually on his way to France at the time.
“And the conference is to be held?”
“At nine o’clock tomorrow night.”
Poirot drew an enormous watch from his pocket.
“It is now a quarter to nine.”
“Twenty-four hours,” said Mr. Dodge thoughtfully.
“And a quarter” amended Poirot. “Do not forget the quarter, monsieur一it may come in useful. Now for the details—the abduction, did it take place in England or in France?”
“n France. Mr. MacAdam crossed to France this morning. He was to stay tonight as the guest of the commander-in-chief, proceeding tomorrow to Paris. He was conveyed across the Channel by destroyer. At Boulogne he was met by a car from General Headquarters and one of the commander-in-chiefs A-D-C-s”
“Eh bien?”
“Well,they started from Boulogne—but they never arrived.” “What?”
“Monsieur Poirot, it was a bogus car and a bogus A.D.C. The real car was found in a side road, with the chauffeur and the A.D.C. neatly gagged and bound.”
“And the bogus car?”
“Is still at large.”
Poirot made a gesture of impatience. “ncredible! Surely it cannot escape attention for long?"'
“So we thought- It seemed merely a question of searching thoroughly. That part of France is under military law. We were convinced that the car could not go long unnoticed. The French police and our own Scotland Yard men, and the military are straining every nerve. It is, as you say, incredible—but nothing has been discovered!”
At that moment a tap came at the door, and a young officer entered with a heavily sealed envelope which he handed to Lord Estair.
“Just through from France,sir. I brought it on here,as you directed.” The minister tore it open eagerly, and uttered an exclamation. The officer withdrew.
“Here is news at last! This telegram has just been decoded. They have found the second car, also the secretary, Daniels, chloroformed, gagged, and bound, in an abandoned farm near C—. He remembers nothing, except something being pressed against his mouth and nose from behind, and struggling to free himself. The police are satisfied as to the genuineness of his statement.,’
“And tRey have found nothing else?”
“No.”
“Not the Prime Minister’s dead body? Then, there is hope. But it is strange. Why, after trying to shoot him this morning, are they now taking so much trouble to keep him alI have?”
Dodge shook his head. “One thing s quite certain. They're determined at all costs to prevent his attending the conference”
“f it is humanly possible, the Prime Minister shall be there. God grant it is not too late. Now, messieurs, recount to me everything— from the beginning. I must know about this shooting aflFair as well” “Last night” the Prime Minister, accompanied by one of his secretaries, Captain Daniels—”
“The same who accompanied him to France?”
“Yes. As I was saying, they, motored down to Windsor, where the Prime Minister was granted an audience. Early this morning, he returned to town, and it was on the way that the attempted assassination took place.”
"One moment, if you please. Who is this Captain Daniels? You have his dossier?”
Lord Estair smiled. “ thought you would ask me that. We do not know very much of him. He is of no particular family. He has served in the English Army, and is an extremely able secretary, being an exceptionally fine linguist. I believe he speaks seven languages. It is for that reason