Lots of people like a gun when they're abroad.
They like to feel life's dangerous."
He paused and said:
"Don't sidetrack me.
I was saying that if – only if, mind you – that blasted woman committed suicide, if she'd drowned herself, for instance, the body would have come ashore by now.
If she was murdered, the same thing."
"Not if a weight was attached to her body and it was put into the Thames." "From a cellar in Limehouse, I suppose!
You're talking like a thriller by a lady novelist."
"I know – I know.
I blush when I say these things!"
"And she was done to death by an International gang of crooks, I suppose?"
Poirot sighed.
He said: "I have been told lately that there really are such things."
"Who told you so?"
"Mr. Reginald Barnes of Castlegardens Road, Ealing."
"Well, he might know," said Japp dubiously. "He dealt with aliens when he was at the Home Office."
"And you do not agree?"
"It isn't my branch – oh, yes, there are such things – but they're rather futile as a rule."
There was a momentary silence as Poirot twirled his moustache.
Japp said: "We've got one or two additional bits of information.
She came home from India on the same boat as Amberiotis. But she was second class and he was first, so I don't suppose there's anything in that, although one of the waiters at the Savoy thinks she lunched there with him about a week or so before he died."
"So there may have been a connection between them?"
"There may – but I can't feel it's likely.
I can't see a missionary lady being mixed up in any funny business."
"Was Amberiotis mixed up in any 'funny business' as you term it?"
"Yes, he was.
He was in close touch with some of our Central European friends.
Espionage racket."
"You are sure of that?"
"Yes.
Oh, he wasn't doing any of the dirty work himself.
We wouldn't have been able to touch him. Organizing and receiving reports – that was his lay."
Japp paused and then went on:
"But that doesn't help us with the Sainsbury Seale.
She wouldn't have been in on that racket."
"She had lived in India, remember.
There was a lot of unrest there last year."
"Amberiotis and the excellent Miss Sainsbury Seale – I can't feel they were likely teammates."
"Did you know that Miss Sainsbury Seale was a close friend of the late Mrs. Alistair Blunt?"
"Who says so?
I don't believe it.
Not in the same class."
"She said so."
"Who'd she say that to?"
"Mr. Alistair Blunt."
"Oh! That sort of thing.
He must be used to that lay.
Do you mean that Amberiotis was using her that way?
It wouldn't work. Blunt would get rid of her with a subscription.
He wouldn't ask her down for a week-end or anything of that kind.