"What did Mr. Lennox Boynton do on his return to camp?" asked Poirot.
For once Miss Pierce managed to get in first before Lady Westholme could speak.
"He went right up to his mother, but he didn't stay long with her."
"How long?"
"Just a minute or two."
"I should put it at just over a minute myself," said Lady Westholme. "Then he went on into his cave and after that he went down to the marquee."
"And his wife?"
"She came along about a quarter of an hour later. She stopped a minute and spoke to us - quite civilly."
"I think she's very nice," said Miss Pierce. "Very nice indeed."
"She is not so impossible as the rest of the family," allowed Lady Westholme.
"You watched her return to the camp?"
'Yes.
She went up and spoke to her mother-in-law. Then she went into her cave and brought out a chair and sat by her talking for some time - about ten minutes, I should say."
"And then?"
"Then she took the chair back to the cave and went down to the marquee where her husband was."
"What happened next?"
"That very peculiar American came along," said Lady Westholme. "Cope, I think his name is.
He told us that there was a very good example of the debased architecture of the period just round the bend of the valley. He said we ought not to miss it.
Accordingly we walked there.
Mr. Cope had with him quite an interesting article on Petra and the Nabateans." "It was all most interesting," declared Miss Pierce fervently.
Lady Westholme continued: "We strolled back to the camp, it being then about twenty minutes to six.
It was growing quite chilly."
"Mrs. Boynton was still sitting where you had left her?"
"Yes."
"Did you speak to her?"
"No.
As a matter of fact, I hardly noticed her."
"What did you do next?"
"I went to my tent, changed my shoes and got out my own packet of China tea. I then went to the marquee.
The guide person was there and I directed him to make some tea for Miss Pierce and myself with the tea I had brought and to make quite sure that the water with which it was made was boiling.
He said that dinner would be ready in about half an hour - the boys were laying the table at the time - but I said that made no difference."
"I always say a cup of tea makes all the difference," murmured Miss Pierce vaguely.
"Was there anyone in the marquee?"
"Oh, yes.
Mr. and Mrs. Lennox Boynton were sitting at one end reading.
And Carol Boynton was there too."
"And Mr. Cope?"
"He joined us at our tea," said Miss Pierce. "Though he said tea drinking wasn't an American habit."
Lady Westholme coughed.
"I became just a little afraid that Mr. Cope was going to be a nuisance - that he might fasten himself upon me.
It is a little difficult sometimes to keep people at arm's length when one is traveling.
I find they are inclined to presume. Americans, especially, are sometimes rather dense."
Poirot murmured suavely: "I am sure. Lady Westholme, that you are quite capable of dealing with situations of that kind. When traveling acquaintances are no longer of any use to you, I am sure you are an adept at dropping them."
"I think I am capable of dealing with most situations," said Lady Westholme complacently.
The twinkle in Poirot's eye was quite lost upon her.
"If you will just conclude your recital of the day's happenings?" murmured Poirot.
"Certainly.
As far as I can remember, Raymond Boynton and the red-haired Boynton girl came in shortly afterwards.
Miss King arrived last.
Dinner was then ready to be served. One of the servants was dispatched by the dragoman to announce the fact to old Mrs. Boynton.