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No sign of them yet.

We just lost sight of the firemen at the club for two minutes.

No, 20 seconds.

There was a bend in the road, just inside of Datchet.

Yes.

No. Nobody knows at all. We kept it quiet.

Of course we served.

Eventually we came on here. What else could we have done?

Here's the Prime Minister's car now.

I'll call you back.

Call the yard. Tell them it's safe, then report back to me.

We expected you an hour ago, sir. What happened?

I'm quite all right.

Commander Daniels will tell you about it. I have to get some rest.

Good night, sir.

Someone tried to hijack us.

Probably only looked right at me for a few seconds. Oh, they got it all worked

out.

Diverted us down a leg.

Gang of thugs waiting.

If it hadn't been for Egan there, I don't know what would have happened.

What did happen?

One or two of them had guns.

They were right across the road.

As soon as Egan saw them, he just put his foot down on the accelerator, drove

straight at them. They had to jump for it, I can tell you.

Well done, Egan. Thank you, sir.

Unfortunately, one of them let his gun off at us as we passed.

The bully just grazed the Prime Minister's cheek.

Good God!

It's all right. I got it bandaged at the hospital.

Well done, Commander Daniels.

Well done.

I wonder what they can have been after these ruffians, Hastings.

Who can they have been?

Well, he doesn't say.

Just called them ruffians.

In the next paragraph, it says thugs.

Another half inch on the waist, Monsieur Poirot.

No, no, no, no, Monsieur Fingler. I am exactly the same size as I was last

It is your equipment that is at fault.

My equipment is at fault.

A person could go crazy. Every year he tells me my tape shrinks, shrinks.

Continue, Hastings.

No, no, that's all there is. You want to try Seville Row?

Try Seville Row. I train those boys.

Finish. First fitting Wednesday.

And then we shall see if my equipment is sporty.

Mr. Fingler, shall I tell you something?

Tell me, Monsieur Poirot, tell me I'm on spillages.

You must learn not to quench.

I quench?

why you don't go to the towel row, Poirot.

Monsieur Fingler is an artist.

He would like all artists.

He must be treated with a firm hand.

A nice thing. One cannot think this is a serious attempt at assassination.

A bunch of ruffians?

A charge shot with a revolver? No, no.

Madame, this is me, Alphonti Lodge.

A gentleman called while you were out, Mr. Poirot.

Well, thank you, Miss Lemon.

Sir Bernard Dodge?

Do you think this is indeed an honour?

Is it? Yes, Sir Bernard Dodge. He is permanent Under -Secretary of State at

Foreign Office.

He'd like you to call on him at 12 o 'clock.

Thank you, Miss Lemon.

Monsieur Poirot, go to a view to come.

It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.

And you too, of course, Lord Estelle. Our business is absolutely secret, you

understand.

Well, the whole of England will know soon enough anyway. We simply have to

as quickly as possible. Very well.

It concerns the Prime Minister.

We are in a grave predicament.

The injury, it is serious then. No, no. Fortunately, that attempt failed.

I wish I could say as much for the second attempt.

There was a second attempt?

Yes, but of a different nature.

The Prime Minister has been kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

But how is this possible?

If we knew that, we'd know everything.

Yes, of course.

You said just now, Monsieur, that time is of the essence.

The Prime Minister's absence.

From the League of Nations disarmament conference in Paris could be disastrous.

His is the one voice that can unify Europe and perhaps stop Germany re

I see.

But perhaps this kidnapping is a direct attempt to bring about this disastrous

outcome. Exactly.

There are people who want Germany to go on re -arming.

That is the possibility.

He was on his way to Paris when it happened.

And the conference is to be held when?

Half past eight tomorrow evening.

It is now quarter past twelve.

Thirty -two hours.

And a quarter.

Do not forget the quarter, monsieur.

It may come in useful.

The Prime Minister and his secretary crossed over the front in the early

of this morning.

An embassy car met them at Boulogne.

They never arrived in Paris.

And that was the last anyone saw of it or any of its occupants?

It was a bogus embassy car.

I must know everything, Sir Bernard.

I must know also about the shooting affair.

Last night, the Prime Minister, accompanied by Commander Daniels, one of

secretaries, motored down to Windsor for an audience with the King.

This is the main road from Windsor to Datchet?

That's right.

The car of the Prime Minister is forced down that lane from this main road here,

you say?

Apparently so.

How was it forced?

We don't know.

There was a barrier across the road.

Did you receive this information from the Secretary of the Prime Minister?

Commander Daniels, yes. Who is this Commander Daniels? A good man.

served with distinction in the Royal Navy.

His father was a minister in Mr. Asquith's cabinet until they had a row

home rule.

The car following the Prime Minister, the car containing the detectives, did

they see this barrier?

No, the road was clear by the time we arrived.

Mr. McAdam is very impatient at any effort to protect his person. The car

carrying the plain -clothed detectives has to follow at a discreet distance.

They lost sight of him at that bend.

Of course, the barrier could have been removed in seconds.

The thugs are strung out across the road.

The chauffeur sees them. He sees their guns. He accelerates towards them,

scattering them.

Yes.

One of them fires his revolver. The bullet grazes the cheek of the prime

minister.

Yes.

Just think.

One of them as good as runs a foreign office.

The other one guards the Prime Minister.

Why should England tremble, eh?

There's a destroyer waiting at Dover, Monsieur Poirot, to take us to France.

And this destroyer, it will wait for how long, Sir Mellon?

Well, as long as necessary, of course.

Oh.

Yes, I know. Well, it appears he takes his time, sir.

Yes. Yes, I know, sir.

We have done all this, you know, Poirot.

No blood, no bullet hole.

Does it not strike you as strange, Chief Inspector, that there is no bullet

hole? But the bullet hit the Prime Minister.

No, no, Hastings, the bullet grazed the Prime Minister.

Why was there no bullet in the car?

Where did it go after it grazed his cheek?

No, no.

Mr McAdam's head was outside the car when he was shot at.

When the car slowed down, he looked out of the window to see what was wrong.

is in a lane.

The ruffians are barring the way.

Monsieur McCadam realizes that something is wrong.

He opens the window.

He

puts his

head out of the window to see what is happening.

A shot rings out.

I don't know why we're wasting time on all this, Poirot. The attempt didn't

succeed, the kidnapping did, and that was in France.

Now look here, Poirot.

The driver Egan, monsieur.

Yes, sir? I want to speak with him.

I spoke to him last night at Charing Cross.

He is the only witness that we have, Chief Inspector.

He's off till Thursday.

His home address, if you please.

He didn't come in at all last night.

Wasn't I waiting up for him until after one o 'clock in the morning?

Is he usually regular in his habits?

At chalk work.

Is Monsieur Egan a fellow countryman of yours, Madame Denison?

Sure, he's from County Clare, like myself.

He was fortunate indeed to find such a comfortable abode.

And with such a charming landlady.

How long has he lodged with you?

Six months next Sunday, it is, sir.

Mr. Egan keeps his address books in a place most convenient, eh?

He has his own method, Sir Bernard.

I don't want method. I want action.

I've never known him to fail yet.

The Prime Minister disappears.

The Commander Daniels disappears. Monsieur Egan disappears.

At any moment, I fully expect the entire Cabinet to disappear.

Yes, mon ami.

There was a small hotel back there. It looked quite comfortable.

But the ship's waiting for us.

Ah.

Where's he off to now?

Well, I think he doesn't want to go on the destroyer. You know how seasick he

gets.

Seasick.

I shall lose my pension if he carries on like this.

When they suggested him, they asked my opinion.

Oh, yes, I said.

Just the man, I said.

What is he doing?

What is he doing now?

Hmm?

He's thinking.

Thinking.

What on earth is he doing that for?

Europe is in crisis.

The one man who might avert a tragedy, the Prime Minister of this country, has

been kidnapped. We're not paying you, Mr. Parrot, to think.

Well, he's so good as to keep out of this, Chief Inspector.

He's a detective.

And we're paying him, and paying him handsomely, I may say, to detect.

What do you expect him to do?

God, Taylor, do I have to teach him his job?

Bloodstains, fingerprints.

He's done all that.

Well, I haven't seen him.

I haven't seen him so much as look through a magnifying glass.

Poirot is ready.

Do you have that list I asked you for, Chief Inspector?

Excellent. Back to the docks.

Don't lose sight of him, Sergeant.

We don't want anybody else getting kidnapped.

Right, sir.

He wasn't the one who went through that awful divorce last year, was he?

Who wasn't, Hastings? Miss Commander Daniels.

Mrs. Daniels' counter suit was utterly malicious and without foundation.

Ah, I remember.

It was in the newspapers.

It was all over the newspapers.

doing. I just don't know why he's doing it.

Well, you went up on me.

I got him a list of all the hospitals between Datchet and London.

He's trying to find out which one they took the Prime Minister to to get his

face bandaged.

Not this one.

Onwards, driver, if you please, to Feldham.

Yes, sir.

There's a college hospital mount here, Father, but it's a bit off the beat.

And the driver was missing.

Right. We can get back to Dover in an hour.

We'll be in Boulogne by dawn.

They found the car in France.

The Bogus Embassy car?

At an abandoned farmhouse near Crecy.

Was there anyone inside the car?

Commander Daniels.

Bound and gagged, with a head injury from where they knocked him out. They've

flown him back to London.

And no sign of the Prime Minister?

Not even his body?

No, nothing.

So I suggest that we now get over to France and join the search proper.

It is strange, is it not, that having tried to shoot the Prime Minister last

evening, they should now take so much trouble in order to keep him alive.

Commander Daniels will appreciate some visitors, I think.

And goes more pension.

We've come to see Commander Danners.

Bernard Dodge and some gentlemen to see you, Commander.

Sure, Menchimo.

Then take my bag and unpack it, will you?

Gentlemen, leave.

Thank you.

Good to see you, Daniels.

Bad show, this. And I don't come out of it very well, I'm afraid, Sir Bernard.

Nonsense, my dear chap. What could you do?

You know Chief Inspector Jep, I believe.

We met last night.

And this is Mr. Hercule Poirot and his colleague, Captain Hastings. How do you

do?

We are full of the apologies, Commander, but this is a matter of the greatest

importance. Of course. Sit down, please.

If you would be kind enough, Commander, to tell us what happened when you

arrived at Boulogne.

Well, Mr. McAdam had managed to get some sleep on the crossing, but he was still

shaken, I could tell.

There was a staff car waiting for us on the quay. Tell me about the driver.

I didn't take much notice of him. One doesn't, I'm afraid.

Of course.

We started off for Paris.

We passed through Nampon -Saint -Martin just as the sun was coming up. It was

about six o 'clock.

And then?

The last thing I remember was passing through Vran. I looked at my watch. It

ten past six.

Then nothing.

Well, nothing until four hours later when I woke up in the car in a spinny,

efficiently tied up and gagged.

No sign of the Prime Minister.

Or the driver.

Or the driver.

I managed to get the door open with my feet, but that's as far as I'd got when

little girl found me.

I must have frightened the life out of her.

Blood all over my face.

Anyway, she got the local gendarme.

So you remember nothing of the abduction?

I'm afraid not.

Well, this frequently happens, Commander, as a result of a trauma.

But your memory, it will soon return.

If I may use your telephone?

Yes, yes, of course.

No,

no, no.

My friend, he will have retired for the night.

Thank you, Commander Daniels.

You have been most helpful.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

I'm preparing a report, Sir Bernard.

Good. Good show, Bernard.

Mon Dieu, I shall forget my own funeral.

Commander, what hospital did you go to?

Hospital? To get the head of the Prime Minister bandaged.

Oh, yes.

I don't know the name of it.

I was busy attending to Mr. McAdam.

I told the driver to get us to a hospital, but I didn't pay much

afraid, to where we were going.

I understand.

Good night.

Good night, sir. Good night.

Now, look here, Poirot. When we first met at noon today, I told you how urgent

this matter was.

It seems to me you've wasted come 12 hours meandering aimlessly about the

countryside, 100 miles from where the crime took place, talking to people who

could have no possible connection with it. I understand your feelings, Sir

Bernard. I doubt it.

We've now wasted hours travelling back to London to talk to Commander Daniels,

who, as I could have told you, was able to tell us precisely nothing.

On the contrary, Sir Bernard.

Now I have to report to Lord Astaire.

What do you mean, on the contrary?

Commander Daniels was able to tell me almost everything I needed to know.

Chief Inspector.

I wonder if you'd be kind enough to do something for me.

If I can.

I want you to check for me two things.

The record of the driver, Egan, and the maiden name of the former Madame

Daniels. Mrs.

Daniels? What on earth can that woman have to do with anything? Now, look,

is exactly what I mean.

We've dealt with Egan. Egan is old news.

Perhaps.

But you see, the kidnappers, they always had one flaw to their plan.

They knew it, and they did their best to conceal it.

But the best is not good enough for Hercule Poirot.

Good night, Sir Bernard.

Where are you going?

To bed.

You don't seem to realize, Poirot, this is a national emergency.

I do not intend to sleep until the Prime Minister is found.

I am sure it will make you feel very virtuous, Sir Bernard, but it will not

the Prime Minister.

For myself, I need to restore the little gray cells.

Chief Inspector.

If Monsieur McAdam is still alive, he will be in Paris in time for the

conference.

He never left this country, you see.

I shall go in alone then.

You're sure about this, are you, Paul?

Aren't you?

I'm here if you need me.

Yes, who are you?

The Belgian detective.

What do you want with me?

What a treat.

If he sent you here, you can leave right away.

No, no, no, madame.

Commander Daniels has no idea that I am here.

But he is in great trouble.

Oh, how wonderful.

The police suspect him of a grave crime.

The police?

Well, he hasn't murdered me. That's the only crime I can imagine Tony being

interested in.

No, Madame, it is not murder.

Not yet.

You are being tiresomely mysterious.

Commander Daniels had the means to commit a crime.

He had the opportunity to commit a crime.

But as yet, the police can find no motive for the crime.

Now, you know him better than anybody.

Too well.

Perhaps you can help them?

I wish I could.

Would you go to jail?

God, I'd love to see him go to jail.

You know what that bastard did to me.

Only what I read in the newspapers, madame. Yes, and didn't they love it?

Madame, how would you describe the politics of your ex -husband?

Torpid. He never had a political thought in his life.

How is Mrs.

Daniels? Formidable.

I would not wish to be her enemy, I think.

You must take care of his needs.

How do you mean?

I want you to wait here.

When she comes out, I want you to follow her.

Do not lose sight of her for one second.

Telephone me when you can.

Gosselin, how did you please?

Well, it's not up to me, sir, is it?

Well, yes.

Well, I thought he was just the man for the job.

Come in!

No, sir.

Thank... Well, I couldn't agree with you there, sir.

Now, he's not slow, he's thorough.

Yes, well, most of our men are already in France, sir.

Guess who he was talking about.

Modesty forbids, Chief Inspector.

Little grey cells rested, are they?

Indeed.

Thank you.

Do you have the information I asked you for?

Ah.

Much good it'll do you.

John Patrick Egan, born Milltown, County Clare, 1901.

Van driver for a mobiles firm until he came over to England a couple of years

ago. Joined Ministry of Works as a driver mechanic six months later.

Good reference as good worker.

And Madame Banyers?

Maiden named Donoghue.

Is that not also a name of Ireland?

Well, sort of. She's the third daughter of the Earl of Connemara.

I don't understand what you're after, Poirot.

Chief Inspector, did you ever read about the divorce of Commander Daniels? I

should say I did.

Very juicy.

After such a divorce, having been dragged through the courts, humiliated

newspapers, do you think the husband would keep on his desk a framed

of his ex -wife?

How well do you know John Egan?

John Egan?

He drove you and the Prime Minister to Windsor.

Oh, Egan.

Know him?

He's a driver.

There are three or four on call for Downing Street.

But you see, Commander, he has not been seen since he drove back the car to the

garage that night.

Really?

He did not return to his lodgings?

I'm sorry.

Oh, well, it is no matter.

I'm sorry to have disturbed your breakfast.

Erin Gopra?

All that we can do is to wait, Chief Inspector.

Miss Lemon, has Captain Hastings telephoned yet? No, Mr. Poirot.

Hello.

This is all very fine and large, Poirot, but what if Mrs. Daniels doesn't leave?

Well, she will have left already, Chief Inspector.

For I am the Dutchman.

Hello. Yeah.

Yep.

Jap. Yes, Canwell. What's happening?

They've what?

Thank you, Mr. Lim. Why?

Oh.

What time is this?

Nothing since?

Right.

They've arrested a vagrant in some unpronounceable village.

A vagrant?

Suspected of abducting the Prime Minister?

When in doubt, arrest a vagrant.

Then let him go again.

Hello, Poirot? Yes, Hastings.

Where are you?

I'm afraid I've lost her, Poirot.

You've lost her?

He's lost her.

But where are you?

Between Basingstoke and Andover.

Let me get a map, Hastings. The map, if you please, Mr. Lemon.

Between Basingstoke and Andover.

She turned off the main road, and we went through a village called Spratling.

She must have seen me just after that.

I wonder if the Daniels...

Go back to the village and ask if Commander Daniels has a house in the

neighborhood. Oh, you could try in the name of Donoghue.

What? That is the maiden name of Madame Daniels. Lady Imogen Donoghue.

Yes, yes. Call me back when you've done that.

Goodbye.

I'll get on to the yard. Tell them to contact the Basingstoke police.

She's the daughter of the Earl of Connemara, isn't she? You English, you

experts in the aristocracy. No, only it was in the papers a year ago.

No, nearly two years ago.

What was, Miss Lemmon?

There was a big fire. I can see the headline now.

Oh, the mansion destroyed.

There was a picture of him. Fine -looking man, Mr Poirot.

I have no doubt, Miss Lemmon. But where was the house?

It was in Berkshire.

Good, good. It was in... Try, Miss Lemmon.

It was called something hall in a village called... We can find that out.

Uh, Cantwell...

Can you find out the name of the house that belonged to the Earl of Connemara

that burnt down a couple of years ago?

Oh, the hall was the same name as the village. It was a name like Batley.

Batley? Like Batley. Oh.

Batley.

Batley.

Batley.

Batley.

Batley. Son of God Hall.

Tell that to Captain Hastings with the telephone.

Well, this isn't a wild goose chase, Poirot. No, no, no, mon ami.

The only wild goose chase they intended us to be on was in France.

But they have been planning this for years.

It was only when they could get somebody sympathetic to their cause into the

position of one of the drivers of the Prime Minister was the abduction

But what is their cause?

German rearmament?

Indirectly.

There is a strong element in Ireland that does not care if Germany rearms so

long as it causes hurt for England.

But how did Daniels get involved?

I understand about his wife.

It seems she was always a bit of a rebel. But the father of Commander

was violently opposed to Lord Asquith in the 1914 Irish Home Rule Bill.

That was the end of his career in politics.

I think that this has festered inside the Commander Daniels all of his life.

He did not take so much persuading.

Just a few hours more.

In four hours, they'll have voted in Paris, and it'll be too late for the

minister to do a thing about it.

Anyway, what's it got to do with Britain if Germany re -owned?

We're just coming into Thomas Coat now, sir.

Right. There's a turning on the left, just on the other side of the village.

Sir.

I thought this place was Summerskote, not the Sol.

They're all ready.

Thank you, sir.

Maybe it's your husband.

Must have been the wind.

From here we can see everything.

It seems I may owe you an apology, Monsieur Poirot.

No, no, Sir Bernard.

You were cleverly misled.

How did you get onto it?

Whenever the occasion arises, Sir Bernard, to look into someone's address

always first look under the letter X, because that is where the secrets are

kept.

In the address book of Monsieur Egan, which I found under his pillow, under

letter X, there was only one number.

No name, just X.

It was a Mayfair number, which I thought strange.

But when I pretended to use the telephone of Commander Daniels, I

That's his number, with the same as that in the address.

Oh, no.

My friend, he will have retired for the night.

An interesting connection, then, Pa.

Excuse me, sir.

All in place now.

Go easy, Major. We don't want anybody getting hurt.

Why us?

We caught him trying to get through the cordon.

What is all this, Daniels? Have you gone mad?

Let me go to Imogen.

You're a traitor, Daniels. A disgrace.

Let me go to Imogen.

Police.

Police everywhere.

And, soldiers, they sent the army out for us.

and create a diversion for you. Come out!

One by one!

With your hands in the air!

What if you do?

There's no way out!

I don't know. Give yourself up!

Perhaps there's two useful things I can do for Ireland. You don't stand a

chance! Give me the gun.

Come on, it'll be worse if they take you with it.

This is Daniels.

I don't understand is how you knew it was a double they sent to France.

When I ascertained that the net result of the supposed assassination attempt

that the Prime Minister went to France with his face bound up, it was then that

I began to comprehend.

But the man who impersonated the Prime Minister was seen by everyone.

No, no, I think he was not seen by anyone who knew him intimately.

And with his face bandaged?

But now, my ami, a far more difficult case.

A fitting with Monsieur Fingler.

So the Daniel divorce was just a smokescreen.

The purest theatre, Hastings.

To ensure that the last thing anyone could suspect was collusion between

two.

They loved each other, yes, but they were willing to sacrifice that and

everything else for their cause.

You know, Hastings, the worst kind of fanatic is the quiet, unobtrusive

And the worst kind of customer is the customer who can't keep still.

Mr. Fingal, this jacket, it is too tight.

Oh, it is too tight, is it? Yes, I shall scarcely be able to button it up. Do

you know why it is too tight?

Because you made it too small. No, no, no, no. Because you have grown too big.

This jacket has been made by last year's measurements.

Now are we having a fitting of what?

A fitting by what means, you think?