The other gave a slow smile.
"It's not my job, you see. I'm a connoisseur of some things, but not of this. So I just stand back and keep out of the way. I've learnt patience in the East."
The Inspector came bustling in, apologising for having been so long away. He insisted on taking us over most of the ground again, but finally we got away.
"I must appreciate your thousand politenesses, Inspector," said Poirot, as we were walking down the village street again. "There is just one more request I should like to put to you."
"You want to see the body, perhaps, sir?"
"Oh, dear me, no! I have not the least interest in the body. I want to see Robert Grant."
"You'll have to drive back with me to Moreton to see him, sir."
"Very well, I will do so. But I must see him and be able to speak to him alone."
The Inspector caressed his upper lip.
"Well, I don't know about that, sir."