"It is. Where are you speaking from?"
"From your office, sir. Mr.. Poulton was driven from Charles Street straight to Northolt Aerodrome, and has left for Paris."
Chapter Sixteen
So long a silence followed this announcement that Inspector Grant presently said: "Are you still there, sir?"
"Yes, I'm here," Hemingway replied. "Where did you find this out?"
"When I left you, I went to Belgrave Square. It was the butler told me that Mr.. Poulton was flying to Paris for a business conference tomorrow morning. I asked him when he expected Mr.. Poulton to return, and he told me, tomorrow evening. As to that, I have my doubts!"
"Did you get on to Northolt?"
"Cinnteach! But I was too late, for the plane had taken off already. I have seen the chauffeur. He has had his orders since the day before yesterday."
"Has he also got orders to meet some plane tomorrow?"
"Ma seadh! But what does that prove? He may go to Northolt, and come away without his master, it seems to me! Would you have me apply for extradition?"