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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?