“I rather think he did,” said Poirot thoughtfully.
A few minutes later saw us retracing our steps to the village.
“What was the point of that question about the glasses?” I asked curiously.
Poirot shrugged his shoulders.
“One must say something,” he remarked. “That particular question did as well as any other.”
I stared at him.
“At any rate, my friend,” he said more seriously, “I know now something I wanted to know. Let us leave it at that.”
CHAPTER XVI
AN EVENING AT MAH JONG
That night we had a little Mah Jong party. This kind of simple entertainment is very popular in King’s Abbot. The guests arrive in goloshes and waterproofs after dinner. They partake of coffee and later of cake, sandwiches, and tea.