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“
Pas
du
tout
,
”
replied
Poirot
tranquilly
.
“
Japp
and
the
local
inspector
will
divide
the
credit
between
them
.
But
”
—
he
tapped
his
pocket
—
“
I
have
a
cheque
here
,
from
Mr
.
Opalsen
,
and
,
how
say
you
,
my
friend
?
This
week
-
end
has
not
gone
according
to
plan
.
Shall
we
return
here
next
week
-
end
—
at
my
expense
this
time
?
”
Now
that
war
and
the
problems
of
war
are
things
of
the
past
,
I
think
I
may
safely
venture
to
reveal
to
the
world
the
part
which
my
friend
Poirot
played
in
a
moment
of
national
crisis
.
The
secret
has
been
well
guarded
.
Not
a
whisper
of
it
reached
the
Press
.
But
,
now
that
the
need
for
secrecy
has
gone
by
,
I
feel
it
is
only
just
that
England
should
know
the
debt
it
owes
to
my
quaint
little
friend
,
whose
marvellous
brain
so
ably
averted
a
great
catastrophe
.
One
evening
after
dinner
—
I
will
not
particularize
the
date
;
it
suffices
to
say
that
it
was
at
the
time
when
“
Peace
by
negotiation
”
was
the
parrot
-
cry
of
England
’
s
enemies
—
my
friend
and
I
were
sitting
in
his
rooms
.
After
being
invalided
out
of
the
Army
I
had
been
given
a
recruiting
job
,
and
it
had
become
my
custom
to
drop
in
on
Poirot
in
the
evenings
after
dinner
and
talk
with
him
of
any
cases
of
interest
that
he
might
have
on
hand
.
I
was
attempting
to
discuss
with
him
the
sensational
news
of
that
day
—
no
less
than
an
attempted
assassination
of
Mr
.
David
MacAdam
,
England
’
s
Prime
Minister
.
The
account
in
the
papers
had
evidently
been
carefully
censored
.
No
details
were
given
,
save
that
the
Prime
Minister
had
had
a
marvellous
escape
,
the
bullet
just
grazing
his
cheek
.
I
considered
that
our
police
must
have
been
shamefully
careless
for
such
an
outrage
to
be
possible
.
I
could
well
understand
that
the
German
agents
in
England
would
be
willing
to
risk
much
for
such
an
achievement
.
“
Fighting
Mac
,
”
as
his
own
party
had
nicknamed
him
,
had
strenuously
and
unequivocally
combated
the
Pacifist
influence
which
was
becoming
so
prevalent
.
He
was
more
than
England
’
s
Prime
Minister
—
he
was
England
;
and
to
have
removed
him
from
his
sphere
of
influence
would
have
been
a
crushing
and
paralysing
blow
to
Britain
.
Poirot
was
busy
mopping
a
grey
suit
with
a
minute
sponge
.
Never
was
there
a
dandy
such
as
Hercule
Poirot
.
Neatness
and
order
were
his
passion
.
Now
,
with
the
odour
of
benzine
filling
the
air
,
he
was
quite
unable
to
give
me
his
full
attention
.
“
In
a
little
minute
I
am
with
you
,
my
friend
.
I
have
all
but
finished
.
The
spot
of
grease
—
he
is
not
good
—
I
remove
him
—
so
!
”
He
waved
his
sponge
.
I
smiled
as
I
lit
another
cigarette
.
“
Anything
interesting
on
?
”
I
inquired
,
after
a
minute
or
two
.
