MAN 1: Oh, yes?

What time do we call this, then?

MAN 2: I didn't want to get you out of bed.

MAN 1: Here!

It's no good leaving all this stuff for 56B.

They're on holiday.

- What, all of 'em?

Oh, yeah.

Captain Hastings has gone off shooting things and the secretary's gone off to visit her sister in Folkestone.

What about the French one?

Somewhere foreign.

Sent me a postcard with goats on it.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

Let's hope it keeps fine for him.

CAR HONKS INDISTINCT CHATTER MAN SPEAKING IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK No, no.

Sorry.

Miss, Miss.

Thank you.

DOG BARKING - Oh!

- Pardon me.

Mr Poirot, how pleased I am to see you.

- Mademoiselle?

- Lyall.

Pamela Lyall.

I recognised you at the hotel.

I'm a great admirer.

- Oh.

- May I cling to you, Mr Poirot?

It would be a pleasure, mademoiselle.

You are in danger?

It's against all my instincts, but the man persists.

With the hotel being so empty, there's a great danger of my getting stuck for the rest of the holiday.

Ah, the galloping Major Barnes.

PAMELA: Here for the fishing, he tells me.

The behaviour of the English abroad is something I have always found peculiar.

At least he's not a bottom-pincher, Mr Poirot.

MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN HE SPEAKS IN GREEK HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN Look at them.

Troublemakers.

Always looking for a fight.

Perhaps.

But, for me, the English is more cold-blooded.

His violence is more calculated.

TONY: Spent all day to see him.

My wife's exhausted.

Let's get to the hotel as fast as possible.

With our luggage intact.

Make sure it's secure and stay close behind the other car.

Ah, excuse me, but aren't these the cars from the Palace Hotel?

- Yes.

Well?

Well, we're staying there, too, you know.

Well, you'll have to wait for them to come back.

The hotel, please, driver.

And try not to hit anything.

TONY: Come on, darling.

PAMELA: Good heavens.

I do believe that's Valentine Chantry.

Dakers, that was.

I shouldn't think this place was quite her style.

Bit quiet for her.

She is rather marvellous, isn't she?

She has married again?

- Number five, I think.

- Oh, mon Dieu.

PAMELA: Looks a bit of a gorilla, doesn't he?

An animal attraction would you think, Mr Poirot?

Well... Well, well, well, things are looking up.

BARNES: Hello.

Hello.

Been looking all over the place for you, little lady.

Not out fishing today, Major?

Yes, earlier.

Didn't have much luck.

Perhaps, Major Barnes, you are fishing too close to the shore.

I noticed you by the harbour.

I expect you're right.

Too much damn dynamiting going on.

- Dynamiting?

- The fishermen drop dynamite around here.

Damn lazy beggars.

The fish, not being fools, keep out at sea.

DOUGLAS: At last!

Now, will you get the luggage off immediately and take it straight to our rooms?

I do not understand why we weren't met properly.

I think it's simply wonderful.

So unspoilt.

Yes, pretty enough, but such a long way they've come.

Such an awful journey!

You'll enjoy bathing and lazing about.

We could have done that in Brixham!

Why you wanted to drag us all this way... You'll adore it here, I know.

I can see that you mean to enjoy yourself.

Oh, well, give me a bath and a bed and perhaps I'll feel better in the morning.

Tony, darling.

- Yes.

- My cigarette case.

She makes me feel so undercooked.

I'm so patchy still.

She really is so lucky.

Oh, dear, that bathing dress is a mistake.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Good morning.

Lovely day.

DOUGLAS: Shall I put yours here, darling?

MARJORIE: Yes, so I can get a little bit of sun.

I feel so dreadfully faded but I freckle rather than going brown.

SHE CHUCKLES Have you ever been to Rhodes before?

No.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Such a clever idea of yours, darling.

DOUGLAS: Scarcely heard of the place.

Thought it was Greek, maybe, or Turkish.

No idea it was Eyetie.

If it were only nearer England.

PAMELA: Did you come from Brindisi?

Yes, came on the ferry last night.

MARJORIE: The sea is simply lovely, so blue.

I think we ought to go in now, Douglas.

Don't you?

Oh, yes, rather.

In a minute.

Just pull that towel a little flatter, would you, darling?

Tony, darling, would you mind?

What's that?

I've left a little pot of face cream in the bathing hut.

I meant to bring it with me.

Do get it for me.

There's an angel.

Yes, darling.

He must be crazy about her, wouldn't you say?

It's lovely, Douglas, so warm.

Do come.

Aren't you going in?

Oh, I...

I like to get well hotted up first.

I like my dip last thing.

Oh, dear, I can't get this thing undone.

I'm hopeless.

I... Erm...

I wonder, would you... Can I do it for you?

Oh, thank you, you are kind.

I'm such a fool at undoing things.

Oh, you are a clever boy.

You've done it.

SHE CHUCKLES We must have been on the same ferry.

It's Douglas, isn't it?

Yes, Douglas Gold.

Darling, Douglas has just been so kind to me.

My husband Tony.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- And your wife's called?

- Er, Marjorie.

Yes.

Don't you think that human beings tend to reproduce certain patterns, Mr Poirot?

Stereotyped patterns.

Precisement, mademoiselle.

MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN VALENTINE: Your wife's not with you this afternoon, Douglas?

DOUGLAS: No.

Marjorie wasn't feeling too well.

Probably too much sun this morning.

So I came alone.

Ah.

Well, we'll just have to make the best of it... on our own.

SHE GIGGLES Ah!

POIROT: Madame Gold.

MARJORIE: Mr Poirot.

POIROT: I was noticing this particular dig here.

They have some fresh-water and sea-water fossils.

MARJORIE: Fascinating!

And what a beautiful day.

SHE CHUCKLES Douglas and I are always lucky in our weather.

You do not bathe this afternoon, madame?

No, only once a day.

We'd arranged to go on a tour of the old city this afternoon, but somehow or other, we missed each other.

Indeed.

Do you know, Mr Poirot, when one sees so much trouble and unhappiness, and so many couples divorcing each other, and that sort of thing, one does feel very grateful for one's own happiness.

It is pleasant to hear you say so, madame.

That's why I feel so sorry for people who aren't happy.

Mrs Chantry, for instance.

Madame Chantry?

In a way, one feels sorry for her.

I mean, In spite of all her money and good looks, she's the sort of woman I think that men would get tired of very easily.

Don't you think so?

Men are just like children.

They believe anything.

I gather you are a detective, Mr Poirot.

How long are you in Rhodes?

POIROT: Sadly, Madame, I leave on Saturday.

Douglas, a pink gin.

I positively must have a pink gin.

Had a nice bathe, Tony darling?

Hasn't it been a marvellous day, Miss Lyall?

Oh.

Tony?

Tony?

- Good afternoon.

Shall we wander over there?

Valentine certainly has her methods.

Mademoiselle, I do not like all this.

Don't you?

Nor do I.

No, let's be honest.

I suppose I do like it, really.

In fact, I've arranged a little excursion for tomorrow.

TONY: Two hours' driving and all this ludicrous climbing and all there is at the top is another ruin!

PAMELA: But wait till you see the view.

DOUGLAS: I say!

POIROT: C'est magnifique.

PAMELA: Here it is!

Look!

Look, a snake!

Beautiful!

Be careful.

I don't like it here.

I think we should go back.

Damned place.

It isn't safe to walk in.

PAMELA: They're everywhere.

In the old days, Rhodes was known as the Island of Snakes.

You can see the markings so clearly.

As a warning, madame.

Nature gives to the quarry of the viper a chance to identify his attacker.

If every killer was as clearly marked, I would be without a job.

Do we have to have this?

Can't hear ourselves speak.

Let us not be disrespectful of the local customs, Commander.

HE SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE I can't understand a word of this menu.

Take mine.

This one's got some English.

Translation's a bit rough, though.

Is this wine?

It looks like pink gin.

Douglas ordered it.

I think it's terrible!

But people are doing it all the time.

Well, I belong to the old-fashioned generation that doesn't believe in divorce.

The sort of attitude there is to life nowadays that, if you do a thing and you don't like it, you get yourself out of it as quickly as possible.

Easy marriage, easy divorce.

I hate that.

You seem to know a great deal about marriage, Mrs Gold.

Oh, I'm sorry, I-I...

Strikes me you've been listening to far too many scandalmongers.

Just cos a woman is good-looking, people come down on her like a ton of bricks.

Oh, but I didn't mean... SHE WHINES Marjorie!

There was no need for that.

Yes.

I can't imagine why you brought your wife on holiday anyway, Gold.

- What do you mean?

Cos you only have eyes for Valentine.

Don't be ridiculous!

You must be drunk.

If you and my wife think you can put this one over on me, you're very much mistaken.

I'll not be got rid of as easily as all that.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to order now?

Ah, very good.

The bowels in spit.

I have your assurance it is the kidneys of a lamb but on a skewer, yes?

C'est parfait.

Then, for me, the bowels in spit.

HE SPEAKS IN GREEK Oh, Mr Poirot.

Forgive me.

I thought I might be alone here.

May I give you some advice, madame?

Oh.

Yes, yes, please.

Bien.

Your husband loves you.

I know it.

How can you know it?

She's got hold of him, body and soul.

He doesn't think of me any more.

I don't count.

Oh, I can't bear it.

I can't bear it.

Then my advice to you, madame, is this.

Leave this place before it is too late.

Too late?

What do you mean?

You're frightening me.

Yes.

That is my intention.

- But why?

Why?

It is my advice to you.

Leave this island if you value your life.

We'll be sorry to see you go, Monsieur Poirot.

Your tickets are with the passport.

My reservation has been confirmed?

A sleeping berth on the night boat.

POIROT: Merci.

MAN: Ooh, will you be taking dinner tonight?

POIROT: Erm...

Yes, something light before I travel.

MAN: Major Barnes has provided the kitchen with some barbouni.

POIROT: Ah.

A little red mullet would be ideal.

Merci.

Catch them unawares first thing in the morning.

No, no, no.

No, please.

Ah!

With care, with care!

Regardez.

Look, look.

HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH The others here.

Of course, it's all lies, but he's infatuated.

He says he wants a divorce.

I don't know what to do.

It's terrible.

Mademoiselle.

It's such a shame you're leaving, Mr Poirot.

I don't know how you can when things are just hotting up.

The Chantrys and the Golds are getting into more and more of a pickle.

It's rather shocking.

Marjorie thinks Valentine will divorce Chantry and marry Douglas.

POIROT: Really?

Look, they're over there.

I can't see Chantry giving up without a fight.

Who could have predicted such passion, Mr Poirot?

There is a crisis of the nerves, certainement.

Look!

DOUGLAS: This is a bit silly, isn't it?

TONY: I quite agree.

It's pointless spoiling the whole show.

Right.

My feelings exactly.

Shall we go in together?

PAMELA: Oh, dear.

I was half hoping there'd be a murder so you'd stay.

Garcon.

PAMELA: All right.

Smile!

INDISTINCT CHATTER Why don't you take a picture of us two now?

MARJORIE: What do I press?

- That bit on the side.

If we just line up.

How's that?

Jolly good shot.

The ladies have gone off on an evening drive.

Something of a reconciliation, I gather.

Well, there's been too much bad temper and bickering.

Indeed.

Sorry you're leaving, Poirot.

Not had much time for a chat.

Well, you've been very busy, Major.

The mullet was excellent.

- Oh, glad you enjoyed it.

- Oh, yes!

Where did you buy it?

What do you mean?

I had to go a long way out for that!

No, no, no, Major.

Your interests are closer to the shore.

My car, please.

- Certainly, Monsieur Poirot.

The Italians, I notice, are strengthening their harbour defences.

For military use?

You're very sharp-eyed, Mr Poirot.

The sharp eyes are important in both our professions, Major.

HE SPEAKS IN GREEK Merci.

Well done.

Well done, Douglas.

Thank you.

Shall I?

Have a good game, gentlemen?

TONY: Capital.

Fellow's too good for me.

Ran out with a break of 46.

Pure fluke, I assure you.

What'll you have?

Pink gin, please.

And you, Major?

This one's on me.

Very kind of you.

I'll have a whisky and soda.

DOUGLAS: And two whisky and sodas.

My bags.

HE SPEAKS IN GREEK I've worked pretty hard all my life, you know.

No time for holidays, but don't get me wrong, I've seen a bit of life these past few years, I could tell you.

- Excuse me, Major.

ALL LAUGHING Tony darling, too divine!

The most marvellous idea of Mrs Gold's.

You all ought to have come.

- Where have you been, darling?

- Up to the Temple of Apollo to see the sunset.

There's the most marvellous view right across to Turkey.

We must go tomorrow.

Sounds like a good idea.

Miss Lyall, what'll you have?

Oh, thanks.

A sidecar, please.

- Darling?

- Pink gin.

Oh, have that one.

I'll order another.

Ooh, rather.

- Mrs Gold?

- Orangeade, please.

Barman, can we have a sidecar and... Ooh, I needed that.

Are you sure you wouldn't like something stronger, Mrs Gold?

Oh, all right, then.

Gin and ginger beer, please.

- Darling!

- It feels like a celebration.

TONY: Right you are, then.

Gin and ginger beer it is.

Barman?

SHE COUGHS INDISTINCT CHATTER MAN SPEAKS IN ITALIAN Basta!

HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN Yes, please.

Would you mind stepping over here, please, sir?

What I've been meaning to say all the time we've been here is that your clothes are so clever.

Such a marvellous line.

SHE COUGHS Are you all right?

What's the matter?

Need to drink some water.

PAMELA: Waiter!

I feel...

I feel rather queer.

Something gone down the wrong way?

I can't get my breath.

SHE COUGHS Waiter, quickly, some water!

- What's up?

- Commander Chantry!

What's the matter, Val?

I don't know.

That drink tasted queer.

The pink gin?

This?

Give her some room.

Drink this, Val.

Try to drink this.

Who knows what to do?

I'll get a doctor.

That was my drink, Gold.

I'd not touched it.

What the hell did you put in it?

BOTH SPEAKING IN GREEK Give me the telephone.

TONY: She's dead.

She's dead!

You killed her.

You meant to kill me, but you killed her!

I'll see you hang for this, Gold.

I'll see you hang for this.

I...

I...

I didn't do anything!

POIROT: I have told you again and again.

I am on holiday!

POIROT SPEAKS IN FRENCH I am a Belgian citizen.

You have no right to detain me.

POLICEMAN: You will not leave this island until you explain all your movements exactly.

How can I leave this island now?

My ship has gone, you idiot!

Mam'selle Lyall!

What is the matter?

What are you doing here?

Mr Poirot, thank God, I thought you'd left!

You must come quickly.

Valentine Chantry is dead!

Ah.

Someone poisoned her husband's glass, and she drank it.

I feared such an outcome.

Then why didn't you do something?

Do what?

What is there to do before the event?

Tell the police someone has murder in their heart?

No.

I will come.

And now, Monsieur, I have more pressing matters to attend to.

I am a detective, not a spy.

Kindly send my bags to the Hotel Palazzo di Rodi.

MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN Oh, I was attracted to her.

Who wouldn't be?

It was within the bounds of propriety, Poirot.

Did she confide in you?

A little.

Was Valentine Chantry a happy woman, would you say?

In her marriage, you mean?

She was rather lost and afraid.

- Afraid of what?

- Of Chantry.

She thought he was jealous.

- Of you?

Of anyone who paid attention to her.

She was so helpless in many ways, Poirot.

I felt protective towards her.

But somehow, everything got out of hand.

Chantry behaving like a bull at a gate.

Then Marjorie getting hysterical.

Monsieur Gold?

Do you love your wife?

Of course, I do.

She's all the world to me.

You are a Catholic?

Yes.

Your faith will be a great consolation to you.

HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN Poirot.

Poirot, they'll hang me for this.

Not while I have the power to prevent it, Monsieur.

MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN INSPECTOR: The poison was contained in the empty bottle which we discovered in Mr Gold's dinner jacket pocket.

It is safe to touch.

The only fingerprints on it were Douglas Gold's.

Mrs Chantry was a very beautiful woman.

A public affair was taking place between her and Douglas Gold, but Commander Chantry was a very possessive husband.

He would not relinquish his wife.

The lover poisons the husband's glass, and then, just when his attention is elsewhere, the wife drinks it instead.

Ecco!

It is a scene worthy of the Italian opera, Inspector.

I assume that you asked Douglas Gold to empty the contents of his pockets himself?

- Yes.

- Hmm.

Then it is hardly surprising that his fingerprints should be found on the container, is it?

Do you not find it peculiar, Inspector, that this calculating murderer should be discovered with this very bottle of poison in his pocket?

There is no doubt, signore.

When the cold-blooded Englishman comes out into the sun, perhaps it warms his passion.

Ah, basta!

MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN But Monsieur Gold does not admit his guilt?

INSPECTOR: On the contrary, he protests his innocence.

Just because the wrong person died, that is no defence.

MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN What do you mean I can't pick up my passport?

They are my instructions from the police, Commander.

I want my wife's body given a decent burial back in England, not in some outpost of the Italian empire.

There's a ship leaving this afternoon, and there's gonna be a hell of a stink if I'm not on it.

Commander Chantry.

There is no recompense I can make for the loss of your wife.

Nothing I can say to you that's adequate.

Only that I have lost a husband.

Oh, Mr Poirot, if only we had taken your advice.

Advice?

What advice?

Mr Poirot recommended that we leave the island some days ago.

Then I wish you'd warned me also, Mr Poirot.

You are going to visit your husband, madame?

Yes.

Then, believe me when I tell you that he is innocent.

And you may rest assured that he will soon be released.

Excuse me.

If you please, one tisane on the terrace.

Merci.

BARNES: What's going off, Poirot?

You make all these confounded mysteries and it's useless asking you to explain.

I have told you.

Douglas Gold is innocent.

But that means that one of us poisoned the glass.

Indeed.

Merci.

And we shall know who when we know from where the poison came.

But there we have the problem.

The police will not allow me any further facilities.

For them, the case is dried and cut.

Then...

I may be able to help you.

I trust I may speak among friends?

Mm.

The forensic officer is a friend of mine.

You understand, Mr Poirot, this is a matter of extreme delicacy.

Mais oui.

I came out here on holiday, Monsieur Poirot.

Fell in love with the place.

You have examined the poison, Monsieur?

Yes, it's local.

Rhodian.

A very old remedy.

The Knights of St John were hospitallers before they were warriors.

It's one of their potions.

Medicinal in its diluted form, lethal when neat.

It's snakebite.

It's from the fangs of the horned viper.

The island is still full of superstition.

It's called thelitirio ohias.

Where would such a poison be obtained?

Not on the shelves of a pharmacist.

Some herbalist or quack.

If you really want to search, try the streets round here.

MAN: Viva Il Duce.

MEN CHANTING: Viva.

- Viva Il Duce.

- Viva!

- Viva Il Duce.

- Viva!

- Viva Il Duce.

- Viva!

- Viva Il Duce.

- Viva!

Blackshirts.

There are so many streets.

Where do we begin?

Mademoiselle, we must now appear the mad English who go out in the midday sun.

And we must trust in the old town to give up her secrets.

Come.

SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK Thelitirio ohias?

Thelitirio ohias?

HE SPEAKS IN GREEK Thelitirio ohias?

HE SPEAKS IN GREEK Thelitirio ohias?

HE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK DOG BARKING Pardon.

Thelitirio ohias?

SHE MOUTHS BOTH SPEAK IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK It will be all right.

SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK No, no.

You don't understand.

I don't want to buy some poison.

I want to know if you sold any to someone else.

Yesterday or the day before.

SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK Tall.

SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK And his hair?

Was it like mine?

Or darker?

SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK Not man.

Lady.

Yes.

English lady.

Poirot, the poison was sold to Mrs Gold.

Of course.

So, you comprehend?

But why ever did she want to help her husband poison Chantry?

HE SIGHS My dear Mademoiselle Pamela, it is not a question of who failed to murder the Commander Chantry, but who and for what reason succeeded in murdering his wife.

BOTH SPEAKING IN ITALIAN Shh!

BOTH SPEAKING IN ITALIAN A disturbance?

Yes, the passports were stolen.

He was distracted by a scream.

Mrs Gold was disturbed.

A mantis flew in and settled on her pillow.

After last night's terrible events... he left the desk.

Is Commander Chantry still in the hotel?

BOTH SPEAKING IN ITALIAN Viens.

PAMELA: Marjorie Gold and Chantry?

Oh, yes, Mademoiselle Pamela, the eternal triangle.

You remember?

CAR HONKS But not the one that you were supposed to see.

It was only the reactions of Madame Gold and the jealous blusters of Commander Chantry that made you think that Douglas Gold was in love with the Commander's wife, Valentine Chantry.

Oh, yes, it was skilfully done.

You see, Marjorie Gold and the Commander Chantry had started their affair in England.

They planned to meet here and stage their crime publicly.

Chantry inserted the poison into his own drink and passed it to his wife.

She drank it, and then, in the confusion, he slipped the bottle of poison into the pocket of Douglas Gold.

PAMELA: How awful!

POIROT: But now we must stop them before they can leave the island.

Already they have obtained their passports.

I will check the boat for Brindisi.

You ask if anyone has seen them.

Excuse me, are there English people on board?

English people?

- No, no.

Sorry, lady.

HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN - Brindisi.

- Grazie.

PAMELA: Major Barnes!

I have to keep up appearances, Poirot.

The swordfish is five days old.

It's not the Italians I've been keeping an eye on, it's the English.

Commander Chantry has taken to fishing.

He and Mrs Gold are heading out to the Turkish coast.

PAMELA: When did you first realise about Mrs Gold?

Her performance was without fault except in one particular.

Poirot, ahead!

That scene she created at the taverna.

She suggested that her husband wanted a divorce.

Eh, bien, I had just observed that Monsieur Gold was a Catholic.

The whole thing did not make sense, unless, of course, we were watching the elaborate charade.

MARJORIE: Tony, look.

A boat.

TONY: Could he be armed, Poirot?

I do not think they would dare risk bringing the gun onto the island.

Their method is more discreet.

I can deal with the Commander.

HE SPEAKS IN GREEK TONY: That bloody Belgian busybody!

MARJORIE: Can't we make it go faster?

TONY: Faster!

Faster!

MARJORIE SPEAKS IN GREEK TONY: Dynamite?

MARJORIE: Yes!

Get the dynamite.

Turn away the boat!

Fast!

- What is it?

- He's found some dynamite.

TONY: Keep away!

Keep away!

MAN: Commander Chantry, drop the dynamite, or we shall fire.

TONY: Stand off!

Stand off!

HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN, GUN FIRES Ah, mon Dieu!

Is he all right?

MAN: You crazy English!

If you don't stop trying to kill each other, I shall put you all under arrest.

That includes you, Signor Poirot.

PAMELA: Poor Douglas Gold.

He's staying on, you know, to the end.

POIROT: Well, he should leave.

I told his wife to leave but she took no notice.

Can't you stay on a few more days?

Ah, impossible.

Je regrette.

HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN I really enjoyed our little adventure.

Ah, Poirot!

Trying to sneak off the island again, are you?

HE LAUGHS Not at all, Major.

Not at all.

I thought I should leave before the Inspector changes his mind, eh?

Look here.

If you see me at the harbour, pretend you don't know me, eh?

HE SIGHS Where are you headed, Major?

Abyssinia?

How the Hades did you know that?

Well, I assumed you'd want to be there for the ostrich-shooting season.

HE CHUCKLES Au revoir.

Goodbye, Monsieur Poirot.

I hope we shall meet again.

Au revoir, mademoiselle.

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