He rose.

‘Goodnight, Lord Mayfield. I think I know where those plans are.’

Lord Mayfield cried out:

‘You know? Then let us get hold of them at once!’

Poirot shook his head.

‘No, no, that would not do. Precipitancy would be fatal. But leave it all to Hercule Poirot.’

He went out of the room. Lord Mayfield raised his shoulders in contempt.

‘Man’s a mountebank,’ he muttered. Then, putting away his papers and turning out the lights, he, too, made his way up to bed.

Chapter 6

‘If there’s been a burglary, why the devil doesn’t old Mayfield send for the police?’ demanded Reggie Carrington.

He pushed his chair slightly back from the breakfast table.

He was the last down. His host, Mrs Macatta and Sir George had finished their breakfasts some time before. His mother and Mrs Vanderlyn were breakfasting in bed.

Sir George, repeating his statement on the lines agreed upon between Lord Mayfield and Hercule Poirot, had a feeling that he was not managing it as well as he might have done.

‘To send for a queer foreigner like this seems very odd to me,’ said Reggie. ‘What has been taken, Father?’

‘I don’t know exactly, my boy.’

Reggie got up. He looked rather nervy and on edge this morning.

‘Nothing—important? No—papers or anything like that?’

‘To tell you the truth, Reggie, I can’t tell you exactly.’

‘Very hush-hush, is it? I see.’

Reggie ran up the stairs, paused for a moment half-way with a frown on his face, and then continued his ascent and tapped on his mother’s door. Her voice bade him enter.

Lady Julia was sitting up in bed, scribbling figures on the back of an envelope.

‘Good morning, darling.’ She looked up, then said sharply:

‘Reggie, is anything the matter?’

‘Nothing much, but it seems there was a burglary last night.’

‘A burglary? What was taken?’

‘Oh, I don’t know. It’s all very hush hush. There’s some odd kind of private-inquiry agent downstairs asking everybody questions.’

‘How extraordinary!’

‘It’s rather unpleasant,’ said Reggie slowly, ‘staying in a house when that kind of thing happens.’

‘What did happen exactly?’

‘Don’t know. It was some time after we all went to bed. Look out, Mother, you’ll have that tray off.’

He rescued the breakfast-tray and carried it to a table by the window.

‘Was money taken?’

‘I tell you I don’t know.’

Lady Julia said slowly:

‘I suppose this inquiry man is asking everybody questions?’

‘I suppose so.’

‘Where they were last night? All that kind of thing?’

‘Probably. Well, I can’t tell him much. I went straight up to bed and was asleep in next to no time.’

Lady Julia did not answer.

‘I say, Mother, I suppose you couldn’t let me have a spot of cash. I’m absolutely broke.’

‘No, I couldn’t,’ his mother replied decisively. ‘I’ve got the most frightful overdraft myself. I don’t know what your father will say when he hears about it.’

There was a tap at the door and Sir George entered.