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Poirot
hopped
briskly
to
his
feet
.
“
I
have
not
been
of
much
use
,
I
fear
,
”
he
said
regretfully
.
“
Is
it
permitted
to
see
Madame
?
”
“
I
guess
she
’
s
prostrated
with
the
shock
,
”
explained
Rolf
.
“
Then
perhaps
I
might
have
a
few
words
alone
with
you
,
monsieur
?
”
“
Certainly
.
”
In
about
five
minutes
Poirot
reappeared
.
“
Now
,
my
friend
,
”
he
said
gaily
.
“
To
a
post
office
.
I
have
to
send
a
telegram
.
”
“
Who
to
?
”
“
Lord
Yardly
.
”
He
discounted
further
inquiries
by
slipping
his
arm
through
mine
.
“
Come
,
come
,
mon
ami
.
I
know
all
that
you
feel
about
this
miserable
business
.
I
have
not
distinguished
myself
!
You
,
in
my
place
,
might
have
distinguished
yourself
!
Bien
!
All
is
admitted
.
Let
us
forget
it
and
have
lunch
.
”
It
was
about
four
o
’
clock
when
we
entered
Poirot
’
s
rooms
.
A
figure
rose
from
a
chair
by
the
window
.
It
was
Lord
Yardly
.
He
looked
haggard
and
distraught
.
“
I
got
your
wire
and
came
up
at
once
.
Look
here
,
I
’
ve
been
round
to
Hoffberg
,
and
they
know
nothing
about
that
man
of
theirs
last
night
,
or
the
wire
either
.
Do
you
think
that
—
—
”
