Chapter 33 Chapter 33 New Insights

"M. Poirot would like to speak to you, sir." "Damn it, here he is again," said von Arden impatiently. Knighton was discreetly silent. The millionaire got up and walked up and down the room. "Did you see the damn papers this morning?" "Just a cursory glance." "Isn't it enough for me and my poor child to enjoy the peace?" "Unfortunately, sir, it seems not yet." The millionaire sat down again and passed his hand over his forehead. "If I hadn't gone to the old Belgian to solve the case at all, I might have had a lot easier."

"Then you are comfortable letting your son-in-law get away with it?" Von Alden sighed. "I want to settle my score with him alone. Now, for God's sake, let Poirot come up." Poirot entered the room with a dashing manner.He didn't mind the millionaire's cold greeting, and he still chatted happily.He claimed that he had come to London to consult a doctor.He named the doctor. "No, it's not the wound I got during the war... It's the lesson I learned when I was a policeman. It's the bullet left by a bastard." He rubbed his shoulders and shrugged dramatically.

"You saw Miss Gray again, didn't you?" He looked at the secretary curiously. "Yes, once or twice," Knighton admitted. Embarrassment appeared on his face, and von Alden exclaimed strangely: "Interesting, strange, you never told me that, Knighton." "I don't believe it will interest you, sir." "That lady is really lovely," said von Alding. "It's a pity that she restrained herself again at Marimed," said Poirot. "She is very good," said Knighton, seeming to be excited. "There are few people who can serve a sick old woman in such a way as she does."

"I have nothing to say about that," said Poirot, blinking. "But I don't think that's regrettable. Now let's get down to business. Please don't be alarmed by what you've said to me. Let's assume that Derek Kettering didn't kill his wife in that case." "Are you joking, Poirot?" exclaimed von Arden. "I don't know that. It's true that it's a bit odd, but to say I'm crazy would be an exaggeration. Now there's a new circumstance that suggests the Earl is the murderer. At least I've now managed to dismantle the Earl's 'alibi' This lie."

"How did you find out?" Poirot shrugged his shoulders modestly. "I have a little trick, but it's not magic." "He found the gem," said von Alding, "but it's a forgery." "It's quite obvious that he had no other reason for the crime than the jewel, is it? But you're only seeing one side of the problem, Herr von Alding. Someone may have stolen the jewel before him." "That's an entirely new insight," cried Knighton. "You really believe such nonsense?" asked the millionaire. "It needs to be proved, and of course it can't be proved at the moment. It's just a possibility. But anyway, it should be investigated whether this possibility exists. You should go to the Riviera again with me, and come to a field. investigation."

"You think I must go too?" "I believe that you are also interested in working to find out the truth." Since Poirot felt that his words had no effect on millionaires, he added some blame to his words. "You are right, M. Poirot. When shall we start?" "You've been very busy the last few days, with a lot of business to do," Knighton interjected. But the millionaire has made up his mind. "I believe the transaction will have to be done in another way altogether," said he. "Well, that's it, Poirot. To-morrow, by which train?"

"I think it's better to take the 'Blue Express'," said Poirot, laughing.