"I should not be likely to see any visitors that come to Curzon Street," she explained, "unless they were staying in the house."
"Very well, that will do," said the Examining Magistrate sharply.
Evidently he was disappointed.
"One moment," said Poirot. "There is a question I would like to put to Mademoiselle, if I may?"
"Certainly, M. Poirot—certainly, by all means."
Poirot addressed himself to the maid.
"What happened to the tickets?"
"The tickets, sir?"
"Yes; the tickets from London to Nice. Did you or your mistress have them?"
"The mistress had her own Pullman ticket, sir; the others were in my charge."