“I have done so.”
“You are sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then there is nothing more to be said. I must decline the case.”
“Why?”
“Because you have not been frank with me.”
“I assure you—”
“No, you are keeping something back.”
There was a moment’s pause, and then Halliday drew a paper from his pocket and handed it to my friend.
“I guess that’s what you’re after, Monsieur Poirot—though how you know about it fairly gets my goat!”