"I've had a row with Antoine.
As a matter of fact, I lost my temper with a customer.
She was an - an absolute - Well, I can't say just what she was through the telephone.
I was feeling nervy, and instead of doing my soothing-sirup stuff, I just let rip and told her exactly what I thought of her."
"Ah, the thought of the great wide-open spaces."
"What's that you say?"
"I say that your mind was dwelling on a certain subject."
"It wasn't my mind, it was my tongue that slipped. I enjoyed it.
Her eyes looked just like her beastly Pekingese's - as though they were going to drop out - but here I am, thrown out on my ear, as you might say.
I must get another job sometime, I suppose, but I'd like to come to Paris first."
"Good; it is arranged.
On the way over, I will give you your instructions."
Poirot and his new secretary did not travel by air, for which Jane was secretly thankful.
The unpleasant experience of her last trip had shaken her nerve.
She did not want to be reminded of that lolling figure in rusty black.
On their way from Calais to Paris they had the compartment to themselves and Poirot gave Jane some idea of his plans.
"There are several people in Paris that I have to see. There is the lawyer - Maоtre Thibault. There is also M. Fournier, of the Sыrete - a melancholy man, but intelligent. And there are M. Dupont pere and M. Dupont fils.
Now, Mademoiselle Jane, whilst I am taking on the father, I shall leave the son to you.
You are very charming, very attractive. I fancy that M. Dupont will remember you from the inquest."
"I've seen him since then," said Jane, her color rising slightly.
"Indeed?
And how was that?"
Jane, her color rising a little more, described their meeting in the Corner House.
"Excellent; better and better.
Ah, it was a famous idea of mine to bring you to Paris with me. Now listen carefully, Mademoiselle Jane.
As far as possible do not discuss the Giselle affair, but do not avoid the subject if Jean Dupont introduces.
It might be well if, without actually saying so, you could convey the impression that Lady Horbury is suspected of the crime.
My reason for coming to Paris, you can say, is to confer with M. Fournier and to inquire particularly into any dealings Lady Horbury may have had with the dead woman."
"Poor Lady Horbury. You do make her a stalking horse!"
"She is not the type I admire. Eh bien, let her be useful for once."
Jane hesitated for a minute, then said:
"You don't suspect young M. Dupont of the crime, do you?"
"No, no, no. I desire information merely." He looked at her sharply. "He attracts you, eh, this young man?
Il est sex appeal?"
Jane laughed at the phrase.
"No, that's not how I would describe him.
He's very simple, but rather a dear."
"So that is how you describe him - very simple?"
"He is simple.
I think it's because he's led a nice unworldly life."
"True," said Poirot.
"He has not, for instance, dealt with teeth.
He has not been disillusioned by the sight of a public hero shivering with fright in the dentist's chair."
Jane laughed.
"I don't think Norman's roped in any public heroes yet as patients."
"It would have been a waste, since he is going to Canada."
"He's talking of New Zealand now. He thinks I'd like the climate better."
"At all events he is patriotic. He sticks to the British Dominions."
"I'm hoping," said Jane, "that it won't be necessary." She fixed Poirot with an inquiring eye.
"Meaning that you put your trust in Papa Poirot?