Hercule Poirot!
There is another marriage that I have arranged too."
"Lady Horbury and Mr Barraclough?"
"Ah, no, in that matter I take no interest." He leaned forward. "No, I refer to a marriage between M. Jean Dupont and Miss Jane Grey.
You will see."
It was a month later that Jane came to Poirot.
"I ought to hate you, M. Poirot."
She looked pale and fine drawn, with dark circles round her eyes.
Poirot said gently: "Hate me a little if you will. But I think you are one of those who would rather look truth in the face than live in a fool's paradise. And you might not have lived in it so very long.
Getting rid of women is a vice that grows."
"He was so terribly attractive," said Jane. She added: "I shall never fall in love again."
"Naturally," agreed Poirot. "That side of life is finished for you."
Jane nodded.
"But what I must do is to have work - something interesting that I could lose myself in."
Poirot tilted back his chair and looked at the ceiling.
"I should advise you to go to Persia with the Duponts.
That is interesting work, if you like."
"But - but I thought that was only camouflage on your part?"
Poirot shook his head.
"On the contrary, I have become so interested in archaeology and prehistoric pottery that I sent the check for the donation I had promised.
I heard this morning that they were expecting you to join the expedition.
Can you draw at all?"
"Yes, I was rather good at drawing at school."
"Excellent.
I think you will enjoy your season."
"Do they really want me to come?"
"They are counting on it."
"It would be wonderful," said Jane, "to get right away."
A little color rose in her face.
"M. Poirot -" she looked at him suspiciously - "you're not - you're not being kind?"
"Kind?" said Poirot, with a lively horror at the idea. "I can assure you, mademoiselle, that where money is concerned I am strictly a man of business."
He seemed so offended that Jane quickly begged his pardon.
"I think," she said, "that I'd better go to some museums and look at some prehistoric pottery."
"A very good idea."
At the doorway, Jane paused and then came back.
"You mayn't have been kind in that particular way, but you have been kind to me."
She dropped a kiss on the top of his head and went out again.
"Зa, c'est tres gentil!" said Hercule Poirot.