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Poirot
looked
at
me
very
earnestly
,
and
again
shook
his
head
.
“
You
see
,
”
he
said
sadly
,
“
you
have
no
instincts
.
”
“
It
was
intelligence
you
were
requiring
just
now
,
”
I
pointed
out
.
“
The
two
often
go
together
,
”
said
Poirot
enigmatically
.
The
remark
seemed
so
utterly
irrelevant
that
I
did
not
even
take
the
trouble
to
answer
it
But
I
decided
that
if
I
made
any
interesting
and
important
discoveries
—
as
no
doubt
I
should
—
I
would
keep
them
to
myself
,
and
surprise
Poirot
with
the
ultimate
result
.
There
are
times
when
it
is
one
’
s
duty
to
assert
oneself
.
I
had
had
no
opportunity
as
yet
of
passing
on
Poirot
’
s
message
to
Lawrence
.
But
now
,
as
I
strolled
out
on
the
lawn
,
still
nursing
a
grudge
against
my
friend
’
s
high
-
handedness
,
I
saw
Lawrence
on
the
croquet
lawn
,
aimlessly
knocking
a
couple
of
very
ancient
balls
about
,
with
a
still
more
ancient
mallet
.
It
struck
me
that
it
would
be
a
good
opportunity
to
deliver
my
message
.
Otherwise
,
Poirot
himself
might
relieve
me
of
it
.
It
was
true
that
I
did
not
quite
gather
its
purport
,
but
I
flattered
myself
that
by
Lawrence
’
s
reply
,
and
perhaps
a
little
skillful
cross
-
examination
on
my
part
,
I
should
soon
perceive
its
significance
.
Accordingly
I
accosted
him
.
“
I
’
ve
been
looking
for
you
,
”
I
remarked
untruthfully
.
