tongs, held the whole thing over the flame of the spirit lamp.
âIt is a very makeshift affair, this,â he said over his shoulder. âLet us hope that it will answer its purpose.â
The doctor watched the proceedings attentively. The metal began to glow. Suddenly he saw faint indications of letters. Words formed themselves slowlyâwords of fire.
It was a very tiny scrap. Only three words and a part of another showed.
ââmember little Daisy Armstrong.â
âAh!â Poirot gave a sharp exclamation.
âIt tells you something?â asked the doctor.
Poirotâs eyes were shining. He laid down the tongs carefully.
âYes,â he said. âI know the dead manâs real name. I know why he had to leave America.â
âWhat was his name?â
âCassetti.â
âCassetti.â Constantine knitted his brows. âIt brings back to me something. Some years ago. I cannot rememberâ¦It was a case in America, was it not?â
âYes,â said Poirot. âA case in America.â
Further than that Poirot was not disposed to be communicative. He looked round him as he went on:
âWe will go into all that presently. Let us first make sure that we have seen all there is to be seen here.â
Quickly and deftly he went once more through the pockets of the dead manâs clothes but found nothing there of interest. He tried the communicating door which led through to the next compartment, but it was bolted on the other side.
âThere is one thing that I do not understand,â said Dr. Constantine. âIf the murderer did not escape through the window, and if this communicating door was bolted on the other side, and if the door into the corridor was not only locked on the inside but chained, how then did the murderer leave the compartment?â
âThat is what the audience says when a person bound hand and foot is shut into a cabinetâand disappears.â
âYou meanââ
âI mean,â explained Poirot, âthat if the murderer intended us to believe that he had escaped by way of the window he would naturally make it appear that the other two exits were impossible. Like the âdisappearing personâ in the cabinetâit is a trick. It is our business to find out how the trick is done.â
He locked the communicating door on their side.
âIn case,â he said, âthe excellent Mrs. Hubbard should take it into her head to acquire first-hand details of the crime to write to her daughter.â
He looked round once more.
âThere is nothing more to do here, I think. Let us rejoin M. Bouc.â
Eight
T HE A RMSTRONG K IDNAPPING C ASE
T hey found M. Bouc finishing an omelet.
âI thought it best to have lunch served immediately in the restaurant car,â he said. âAfterwards it will be cleared and M. Poirot can conduct his examination of the passengers there. In the meantime I have ordered them to bring us three some food here.â
âAn excellent idea,â said Poirot.
Neither of the other two men was hungry, and the meal was soon eaten, but not till they were sipping their coffee did M. Bouc mention the subject that was occupying all their minds.
âEh bien?â he asked.
â Eh bien, I have discovered the identity of the victim. I know why it was imperative he should leave America.â
âWho was he?â
âDo you remember reading of the Armstrong baby? This is the man who murdered little Daisy ArmstrongâCassetti.â
âI recall it now. A shocking affairâthough I cannot remember the details.â
âColonel Armstrong was an Englishmanâa V.C. He was half American, as his mother was a daughter of W. K. Van der Halt, the Wall Street millionaire. He married the daughter of Linda Arden, the most famous tragic American actress of her day. They lived in America and had one childâa girlâwhom they idolized. When she was
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