“The board meeting’s going to begin,” said Flora. “M. Poirot hints that we mustn’t talk. But just tell me one thing. Where is Ralph? You must know if any one does.”
“But I don’t,” cried Ursula, almost in a wail. “That’s just it, I don’t.”
“Isn’t he detained at Liverpool?” asked Raymond. “It said so in the paper.”
“He is not at Liverpool,” said Poirot shortly.
“In fact,” I remarked, “no one knows where he is.”
“Excepting Hercule Poirot, eh?” said Raymond.
Poirot replied seriously to the other’s banter.
“Me, I know everything. Remember that.”
Geoffrey Raymond lifted his eyebrows.
“Everything?” He whistled. “Whew! that’s a tall order.”