‘And the other two ladies?’
Lydia said slowly:
‘Magdalene went to telephone. I can’t remember whether she had come back or not. I don’t know where Pilar was.’
Poirot said gently:
‘In fact, you may have been quite alone in the drawing-room?’
‘Yes—yes—as a matter of fact, I believe I was.’
Colonel Johnson said:
‘About these diamonds. We ought, I think, to make quite sure about them. Do you know the combination of your father’s safe, Mr Lee? I see it is of a somewhat old-fashioned pattern.’
‘You will find it written down in a small note-book he carried in the pocket of his dressing-gown.’
‘Good. We will go and look presently. It will be better, perhaps, if we interview the other members of the house-party first. The ladies may want to get to bed.’
Lydia stood up.
‘Come, Alfred.’ She turned to them. ‘Shall I send them in to you?’
‘One by one, if you wouldn’t mind, Mrs Lee.’
‘Certainly.’
She moved towards the door. Alfred followed her.
Suddenly, at the last moment, he swung round.
‘Of course,’ he said. He came quickly back to Poirot. ‘You are Hercule Poirot! I don’t know where my wits have been. I should have realized at once.’
He spoke quickly, in a low, excited voice.
‘It’s an absolute godsend your being here! You must find out the truth, M. Poirot. Spare no expense! I will be responsible for any expense. But find out…My poor father—killed by someone—killed with the utmost brutality! You must find out, M. Poirot. My father has got to be avenged.’
Poirot answered quietly:
‘I can assure you, M. Lee, that I am prepared to do my utmost to assist Colonel Johnson and Supe
rintendent Sugden.’
Alfred Lee said:
‘I want you to work for me. My father has got to be avenged.’
He began to tremble violently. Lydia had come back. She went up to him and drew his arm through hers.
‘Come, Alfred,’ she said. ‘We must get the others.’
Her eyes met Poirot’s. They were eyes that kept their own secrets. They did not waver.
Poirot said softly:
‘Who would have thought the old man—’
She interrupted him: