WOMAN: News, please.

JAPP: Sorry about this, Poirot.

I thought as she was here visiting with her sister, it would be a simple matter for her to meet us at the station.

MAN: Hold tight, please.

The trouble with Mrs Japp is, once she gets nattering over a cup of tea, she loses all track of time.

BELL RINGS Perhaps you two had better run along, and we'll see you there.

- No, we wouldn't dream... Yes, Chief Inspector, that is a suggestion most sensible.

Come, Hastings, we look for a taxi.

You know what he's like when he hasn't had a case for a few weeks.

I thought a nice afternoon at a garden fete might cheer him up a bit.

POIROT: Taxi!

Hmm... About the only thing that's gonna cheer him up today is the discovery of a body in the lucky dip.

Ha!

JAPP GROANS Stomach still giving you gyp?

That crab mayonnaise sandwich I had for lunch, like as not.

POIROT: Taxi!

Be a fine way to spend my afternoon off, if I end up contracting food poisoning.

CAR BRAKE SQUEALS POIROT: Hastings!

You go on, Captain Hastings, and we'll see you both later.

HE GROANS POIROT: Marble Hill Park, if you please, driver.

I say, isn't that... POIROT: Hastings... - ..that fashion model.

The girl driving the car... I'm sure I've seen her before somewhere, on a magazine cover.

- Anyone at home?

- Darling!

Careful... you'll mess up my clothes.

What do you think?

I think I'm a very, very lucky chap.

Come on, let's get inside before we're stung to death.

You know, there are wasps all over the place.

Who was that man?

- Man?

- Rather odd-looking.

He was just leaving as I arrived.

Drove off in a rather wonderful black car.

Sorry, no-one called round that I'm aware of.

Only you.

How's your car, by the way?

Remind me to check those brakes of yours.

You said they were feeling very spongy.

CHILDREN SQUEAL WITH EXCITEMENT Boys and girls, this cactus has not had a flower for 200 years.

200 years without a flower.

What can I do?

ALL: Keep watering!

Of course, keep watering!

ALL GASP Ah, Chief Inspector.

Madame Japp, she is still not with you?

Her sister's got flu and she doesn't want to spread the germs.

Ah, the old fortune-teller.

You going to have a tanner's worth?

I think not, mon ami, although it is a subject most intriguing for the study.

There she is again.

It is her.

Molly, er... whatshername?

Deane, the fashion model.

I wish I'd brought the 150 with me now.

The new toy.

I give it two, perhaps three weeks.

Oh, I missed her.

She's gone.

WOMAN 1: How much are these?

WOMAN 2: One and nine for the little ones, and two shillings for the others.

What?

What are you playing at?

Molly... Claude, will you get away... Oh, darling, I thought you'd got lost.

Look who I just ran into.

Is that you under there, Claude?

You didn't tell me you were going into politics.

You know, you're just the man I wanted to see.

You know that nest of wasps you cleared out for me last summer?

They're back again with a vengeance this time.

Thousands of the blighters.

Driving me absolutely potty in the garden.

Oh, right you are.

I'll see what I can do.

All right if I pop round Friday morning?

Fine.

Better get back for your next show.

I think the audience is getting restless.

CLAUDE SIGHS Now, who wants to go to the dentist?

CHILDREN CHEER Let's have some tea.

- Thank you.

- Yes, bye.

He hasn't been bothering you, has he?

Claude Langton?

Of course not.

Two teas, please.

- Certainly, dear.

All he wants now is for the two of us to be happy.

Honestly.

What's past is past.

Thank you very much.

- Enjoy your tea.

Well, I'll be jiggered!

What is it?

HARRISON: I'd know that egghead anywhere.

I see also arising the problems where the matters of health are concerned.

JAPP: You're right.

I've had these pains in my stomach all day long.

Been absolute murder.

- Did someone say murder?

Monsieur Poirot, how are you?

As well as ever, I hope.

Mon Dieu!

C'est monsieur John Harrison!

What an unexpected pleasure.

It seems an absolute age since we last met.

I suppose it must have been at Father's funeral.

Oh, forgive me.

This is my fiancee Molly.

Molly, may I introduce Monsieur Hercule Poirot, the famous detective.

- Oh!

- Oh!

MOLLY: How do you do?

Enchante, mademoiselle.

Ah, Hastings, the father of Monsieur Harrison was my first and dearest friend in this country.

And Monsieur Harrison is himself the writer of some repute.

- Well... POIROT: No, no, no.

no.

You've had published now, combien, three books?

Oh!

What were they called?

I might have read one.

Well, let's see.

The first was Dualism And Determinism: An Exploration Of Classical Plutonic Philosophy.

Then there was Aristotelian Ethics: A Short Guide To The Metaphysical Works... Oh, Monsieur Poirot, you read tea leaves.

How exciting.

But you must read mine, please.

- Bien sur.

Allow me.

Merci.

Please do sit.

Voila.

Excuse the lipstick.

Ah... Merci.

Mademoiselle, only you have drunk from this cup?

Yes.

What is it?

What do you see?

POIROT: Of course, I may be quite wrong.

I hope that I am.

But I see looming the dark clouds.

And, ah, the troubled waters.

Mademoiselle... I see the times ahead most dangerous for you both.

HE GROANS I think... ..you'd better call the doctor.

CLAUDE: Shall we do it again?

CHILDREN: Yes!

POIROT: You are in the safe hands now, mon ami.

What time is the operation?

They said about six o'clock.

JAPP GROANS About six o'clock.

Well, I hope it's not too much of an ordeal, old chap.

When I had mine out, it was absolute hell.

For a week afterwards, I got this stabbing pain all down my right-hand side.

POIROT: Hastings, Hastings, I think the Chief Inspector would like now the little rest.

Ah.

POIROT: So, the prediction of Poirot, it becomes true, n'est-ce pas?

Oh, come on.

All that fortune-telling stuff's baloney, and you know it.

You think so, Hastings?

You did see something in Molly Deane's cup, though, didn't you?

And it wasn't tea leaves.

Hastings, I wonder if you can recall what was the colour of lipstick Mademoiselle Deane was wearing this afternoon?

Um... a rather pale pink, I think.

It matched her scarf.

POIROT SPEAKS IN FRENCH But when I examined closely the teacup, I see not only the traces of the pink lipstick but that also of another colour... the deep, bright red.

BIRDS CHIRPING WASPS BUZZING Have a nice lunch with Monsieur Poirot, won't you, and do give him my apologies.

No luck with the petrol, I'm afraid.

They're hardy little devils.

I'll have to try them with something stronger.

Maybe I'll pop back and give it another go Wednesday evening?

Er, Wednesday, yes, fine.

Just off, Molly?

You couldn't be an angel, and drop... - No, Claude, I'm not going that way today.

Sorry.

See you tonight, darling.

For goodness' sake, drive carefully.

MISS LEMON: So, it's all right if I take an early lunch, then, Mr Poirot?

We're working on toning up the calf and thigh muscles today.

Oh, yes, Miss Lemon.

Under no circumstances must you be late for your keep-fit lesson!

POIROT EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH You know, it wouldn't do you any harm to try one or two exercises, Mr Poirot.

Oh, thanks, Poirot.

"Use your vigour to keep your figure."

Absurd!

There is nothing wrong with the body of Poirot.

It is in the peak of condition.

Now, have I got everything?

Developer, fixer, glazing solution, stopwatch.

Right.

You're not planning to use the bathroom for the next half hour or so, are you, Poirot?

Well, just let me check with my diary, Hastings.

No, it would seem not.

Good.

If you need me, you know where I am.

I'll see you on Wednesday, then.

SHE BLOWS WHISTLE Taxi!

Whitehaven Mansions, please, driver.

- Oh!

- I'm sorry, did I just... No, no, it's all right.

Did I hear you say Whitehaven Mansions?

HARRISON: That's correct.

Well, shall we share?

MISS LEMON: Yes, yes, by all means.

I got some interesting tonal variations there by using a low-contrast paper.

This is not good, Hastings.

Ah, this is not good at all.

HASTINGS: A bit over-exposed, do you think?

Maybe I should have stopped down to F16.

No, no, no, no, no!

Poirot, always you put the interpretations most sinister on matters which may be quite innocent.

HASTINGS: Sorry?

MISS LEMON: Mr Poirot, what do you think?

Found ourselves running for the same taxi.

- Monsieur Harrison, bonjour.

- Bonjour.

Mademoiselle Deane, she is not with you?

I know.

She's frightfully sorry.

This job interview came up at the last minute.

Some out-of-the-way hotel up north.

She had to dash straight there.

HORN HONKS Ah, non, non, non, non, non, non!

Merci.

I invite you.

It is my treat.

In that case, you must come and have tea.

Both of you, next week.

This time of year, it's an absolute... MAN: Mr Harrison, telephone call for you.

I think there's been an accident.

MOLLY: It's all right, darling, I'm fine.

Well, I'm still a bit shaky, but... No, I... I don't know what happened.

The brakes just suddenly... I know.

Look, they say it's going to take till Monday to get the car back on the road, so, uh... well, I suppose I'll just have to stay here till then.

Yes.

Yes, of course you will.

Yes, that's fine, darling.

Bye.

Mademoiselle Deane, she is all right?

Yes, thank God.

Yes, she's fine.

Bit of a bind, being stuck up there in that hotel all weekend.

Still, you weren't hurt, that's the main thing.

Just a few scratches under my right knee.

Good thing hemlines are low this year.

HE LAUGHS Yes, quite.

Come on, let's have some tea.

Mind how you go down the bottom there, Poirot.

That's wasp country.

Nasty great nest of them just by that old tree.

I've already been stung three times.

- What did you say, mon ami?

HARRISON: I said mind how you... POIROT SHOUTS Non, non, non, non!

Oh, mon Dieu!

Argh!

I say, Poirot, are you all right?

POIROT GROANING Let's have a look.

The open-air, it should be closed during the summer!

Captain Hastings, he wonders why I have a hatred for these crawling, buzzing things, and the reason is they're always trying to kill me!

I had old Claude round here last week.

He tried to take it out for me, but no dice.

He's coming back to have another go Wednesday evening.

POIROT: Claude?

Langton.

Sorry, I thought you met him at the fete.

- No.

- The chap in the clown outfit.

Ah.

Sculptor.

He has a studio not far from here.

He and Molly were engaged to be married about a year ago now.

But then, well, one of those things... they drifted apart, we drifted closer together.

The great thing is, there's absolutely no hard feelings.

Makes you realise how lucky you are, I suppose.

Now, then... Teaspoons.

HE SNIFFS HE SNIFFS WASPS BUZZING Here we are.

It's tomorrow evening, seven thirty for eight at the Porchester.

Do come along.

I'm sure you'll have a ball.

Oh, yes, rather!

I've never been to a fashion show before.

Sounds like great fun.

- Yes, indeed.

And thank you both for an afternoon that has been most enjoyable.

POIROT GROANS You know, you really should pop into a chemist's with that wasp sting.

- Yes, he should.

Mrs Henderson's is just down the towpath near the pub.

She'll have some cream or something.

Ease the soreness a bit.

Ah, oui, the chemist.

Mais certainement, we will call in on our way.

Au revoir.

- Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

POIROT: You know, I wish that I could stop worrying, but the questions, they keep buzzing round my head like the wasps around the nest.

- Questions?

- Ask yourself, Hastings... ..the brakes of Mademoiselle Deane.

Why do they suddenly fail, huh?

Only a few hours after they had been examined by Monsieur John Harrison?

And Monsieur Claude Langton... ..why was he unable to destroy the nest of the wasps in the garden of Monsieur Harrison?

And of most significance, Hastings, who put the petrol in the water butt and why?

Petrol in the water butt?

Sorry, Poirot.

I'm afraid I fail to get the drift of all this.

No, Hastings?

Why do you suppose Monsieur Claude Langton, he forces his attentions upon Mademoiselle Deane with so much passion at the garden fete?

How on earth do you work that out?

The kiss, Hastings.

The bright-red make-up of the clown face that was still upon her lips.

Oh, I see!

The cup.

Yes, I'd forgotten about that.

I say!

The poor girl!

- So, you think... - Hastings... The chemist.

Good afternoon.

We are told to ask for a Madame Henderson.

- I'm Mrs Henderson.

- Ah.

And I am Hercule Poirot.

I know.

What can I do for you?

I have the misfortune to be stung by the wasp in the garden of Monsieur John Harrison.

It is on my neck.

And I'm afraid it is becoming quite sore.

I'll get you some colourless iodine to put on it.

- Thank you.

- If you wouldn't mind waiting a second.

POIROT SPEAKS IN FRENCH CAR HORN BLARES Go through and talk to her.

Hastings!

- Hm?

Talk to her.

- What about?

- Anything.

You, er... run this place all on your own, do you?

Well, since my husband died, a couple of years ago.

Not much to run, really.

Nice, uh... Nice chap, John Harrison.

Do you know him at all?

Yes.

He gave me a copy of one of his books.

Aristotelian Ethics.

I found it very perceptive.

Have you read that one?

- Uh, not yet, no.

He's getting married to that fashion model Molly Deane, I gather.

Funny match.

It's like Albert Einstein and Ginger Rogers.

That's love, I suppose.

- Yes.

Well, they, um... Did you want something else?

Er... Oh, sorry, no.

Forgive me.

HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY There we are, then.

It's very good but use it sparingly.

POIROT SPEAKS IN FRENCH That's ninepence, please.

En passant, madame, you would not know perhaps where we might find Monsieur Claude Langton?

Oh, yes, he's one of the more avant-garde artists who live round here.

You'll find him in the new house round the corner, the one with the zigzags on the front door.

You can't miss it.

Merci beaucoup, madame, you have been most helpful.

Au revoir.

Hastings... Private detective, you say?

So, what are you doing round here?

Investigating a crime of some sort?

Well, perhaps.

Serious crime?

A crime of the most serious there is, monsieur.

- You mean... - Murder.

But I haven't heard anything about a murder.

No, you would not have heard of it because as yet, it has not taken place.

You see, if one can investigate a murder before it happens, then one might even... well, the little idea... ..prevent it.

I don't quite see what this has to do with me.

Mademoiselle Molly Deane.

You and she were once engaged to be married, n'est-ce pas?

CLAUDE: Look, that was over a year ago, water under the bridge.

We're nothing more than good friends now.

POIROT: Indeed, Monsieur Langton.

HASTINGS: Absolutely stunning outfit.

So, I still keep some of her old photos about the place.

That doesn't mean I still... All right, what do you want me to say?

I still love her, all right?

Desperately, but I'm nothing to her any more.

That's just something I'm going to have to live with.

It won't be easy.

It'll be damned hard.

But murder... Oh, no, Mr Poirot, I'm afraid you've got it all wrong this time.

You see, Johnny's the best friend I've got in the world.

I couldn't harm him, I just couldn't.

If you ask me, all this fortune-telling is going to his head.

He's talking about investigating a murder now that hasn't even happened yet.

Making a mountain out of a molehill, if you ask me.

HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH HE SIGHS I cannot enter even my own bathroom without walking into the Hanging Gardens of Babylon!

Sorry.

They're probably dry by now.

And I am not making the hills out of the mole-mounds!

No, no, Hastings.

This time the evidence, it is too strong.

What evidence?

On the top shelf in the studio of Monsieur Claude Langton.

You did not see it, but I knew it would be there.

I knew it would be there because I saw the record of its purchase at the chemist shop.

Excuse me.

- Knew what would be there?

The poison, Hastings.

The cyanide of the potassium.

A little stronger than the petrol for the killing of the wasps, huh?

All in a single stroke, a thousand deaths, and then, perhaps, so easily... a thousand and one.

WOMAN: Combining enormous charm and distinction in fabric as well as in line, The Merry Widow, a delightful design beautifully moulded in black crepe with clever white beading on the sleeves.

The cape of self-frilled black chiffon simply floats around you as you walk.

Softly feminine with a touch of elegance.

APPLAUSE An irresistible choice for those late summer evenings... La Boheme... an outfit in shot pink and gold sari silk.

And Prelude, skilfully contoured in gold sequinned lace over ivory silk.

A revelation this season... Mermaid.

A breathtaking bias-cut dress divinely sculptured from green and silver velvet lame with a deep-backed decolletage that is utterly sublime.

The pale aquamarine satin cowl is attached to the shoulders in floating panels, and the shoulders held by diamante clips.

A creation that is already conquering the United States, from New York to Hollywood.

So discreet, yet so grand, is Gloriana, fusing the classical grace of a gold satin sheath dress... Hastings, we must go backstage.

HASTINGS: Sorry?

- Immediatement!

Notice the sheer perfection of line, and the rhythm of movement.

Weekend teams a radiant gown of pearl white crepe... Pardon.

S'il vous plait, we look for a Mademoiselle Molly Deane.

Oh, she's finished.

I think she went off with some gentleman.

Merci beau... Mademoiselle, that dress... Sorry, can't stop.

Come, Hastings.

Quick, Hastings, your camera!

SHE SOBS DOOR OPENS How is it now?

Head still pounding?

Delayed effect from that crash, maybe?

Well, I'll... I'll be downstairs if you need me.

Nope.

Can't say he means a thing to me.

No-one from our rogues' gallery, or I'd recognise him.

What's this all about anyway?

Is something going on I ought to know about?

Non, nothing that you should be concerning yourself with, Chief Inspector.

Especially in your present condition.

You are feeling better now, yes?

No.

I feel worse.

Talk about going to hell and back.

I don't reckon they put me to sleep properly.

I swear I felt every incision that surgeon made when he was cutting into my... Hastings, I really think we ought to be going now.

Madame Japp, she is coming to collect you later on this morning, yes?

- Half-past eleven.

Bon.

Well, we look forward to seeing you up and about again very soon.

Au revoir.

Thanks for the chocolates.

It is no use, Hastings.

It will not go away.

Everything has happened, and yet nothing has happened.

Certainement, this is the most difficult moment of my career.

To solve the crime that does not exist.

Right, I'm just off again, then.

Sure you won't come along, Mr Poirot?

Might ease a bit of that tension.

Non.

Well, if you change your mind, it's 35 Devonshire Street.

They have three classes daily... fully comprehensive physical fitness programme exercising the whole body.

Not just the thumbs.

I'm terribly sorry.

Are you all right?

POIROT: And you are quite certain that this is the same man, Chief Inspector?

Yes.

Well, thank you very much for telephoning.

HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH The hospital... Devonshire Street.

Devonshire Street.

Thirty-two... Thirty-two... Ah!

The pieces, they begin to connect!

HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH HASTINGS: Where are you off to now?

To find out if I am right or wrong, Hastings.

I suppose that leaves me with nothing to do, then?

Unfortunately, oui.

Oh, no, no, no, Hastings?

You can buy for me some washing soda.

Washing soda?

Poirot!

What a pleasant surprise.

Bonjour, Monsieur Harrison.

Mademoiselle Molly Deane, she is not with you this afternoon?

Molly?

She's inside.

Got a migraine, or something.

- Ah.

Seems to have come on after the show last night.

I expect she'll be fine.

And Monsieur Claude Langton, at what time is he due to arrive to destroy your nest of wasps?

Seven thirty, he said.

I imagine he'll be on time.

On time?

The man whose dearest love you stole away, oui?

He comes here tonight, to the home of his rival, armed with a deadly poison.

Just what are you suggesting?

That Claude Langton might try... Good God, this is England!

Jealous suitors don't go around murdering people.

Besides, Claude Langton wouldn't hurt a fly.

Non, yet even now he prepares to take the lives of several thousand wasps.

There, by the root of the tree.

The wasps returning home, placid at the end of the day.

In one hour and a half, there will be the total destruction, and they know it not.

For the wasps, there is no Hercule Poirot to warn them.

Eh bien, the sun, it is still warm.

The evening is most pleasant for taking the stroll by the river.

You would not object if I come back later to watch this destruction of the wasps?

Well, no, of course.

Be my guest.

I return at seven thirty.

WASPS BUZZING CAT MEOWS Mademoiselle Deane and Monsieur Claude Langton, they are both gone, yes?

Yes... Yes, they've both gone.

And how are you feeling now, monsieur?

Me?

Fine.

Why shouldn't I be?

What are you driving at?

No, no, no.

Non.

I see you have had some tea, n'est-ce pas?

You remember the garden fete when I look into the future?

You will permit if we do the same, please?

Turn it around.

Non, non, non, non, non!

Because this time it is different.

This time we look backwards, yes?

Into the past.

Because the past, it is clear as crystal, n'est-ce pas?

As clear as the crystals of cyanide poison that are in this cup.

Oh, non, non, non, monsieur, this does not shock you, for it is you who put them there.

It is no use, mon ami, I know everything.

I know, just as you knew, that the love affair between Mademoiselle Deane and Claude Langton is far from being over, as they claimed.

And during the past few weeks, your fiancee, she has been drifting back to her old love, is that not so?

'In public, she pretends to reject him...' Molly... POIROT: '..but in private, 'the old flames are being rekindled.'

Of course, there is nothing wrong with the brakes of her car... you have already checked them.

No.

Quite deliberately, Mademoiselle Deane, she drives the car into the tree in order to spend two days away from you... two days which she will spend in the company of Monsieur Claude Langton.

'Because she knows it will break your heart, 'she cannot bring herself 'to reveal to you her secret affair.'

But the signs are there for those who will see.

In the house of Monsieur Claude Langton, there is a photograph of his former sweetheart.

'He tells to me that this photograph, 'it is an old one, and that she now no longer cares for him.

'But he lies.

'It has to be recently taken 'because in the photograph 'she is wearing the fashion moderne 'which a few months ago 'would not even have been designed.'

The camera, it never lies, yes?

'When I see your face in a moment unguarded, 'I see in it a deep, deep hatred.

'I have seen that look before, my friend.

'I know to what lengths it can drive a man.'

This evening, you tell me that Monsieur Claude Langton, he is due to arrive at seven thirty, but that is not true.

No.

He was coming earlier than that.

At seven.

CLAUDE: 'Right, let's have another go at them, shall we?'

If this doesn't do the trick, nothing will.

HARRISON: 'He arrived on time.

'Set about his work straight away.

'While he wasn't looking, it was... 'as you said.

'I slipped some cyanide into the cup.'

Oh, God, what have I done?

Mon ami, I have told you that I know everything.

I also know that you are a sick man.

And that you have been visiting a doctor in Devonshire Street.

The surgeon, Mr Belvedere.

'You have just come from his surgery on Friday morning 'when you meet my secretary Miss Lemon just down the road.

'This afternoon, I also made a visit to the same doctor.

'Well, he is not difficult to find.

'I have in my pocket his photograph.'

He tells to me that you have the two months to live.

Is that not so?

He said... by October it could all... Of course, he is breaking the confidentiality of his client, but he thought it would be in your own interests if he was to meet with Mademoiselle Deane at the fashion show and break to her the tragic news.

HE SIGHS That's... why she was in such a state when she came here.

But it was only when Claude arrived that she told me how much she knew.

MOLLY: Claude?

Oh, God!

SHE SOBS Molly, what is it?

I'm sorry, John, it's... You see, I know.

Dr Belvedere, last night, he told me everything.

I see.

Oh, John, I'm so, so sorry!

You're not sorry.

You're not sorry at all, either of you!

Get out.

Out of here and out of my life, what's left of it.

Go on, Langton, take her.

It's what you've always wanted.

What you always planned.

Now take her and get out!

'I watched them leave the garden.

'Waited till I was sure that they were gone.

'And then...' POIROT: 'You swallow the poison.'

When did you first suspect that I was... POIROT: When I saw the petrol in the water butt.

Because that was the first stage in your plan, was it not?

When Monsieur Claude Langton, he comes around to destroy the nest of wasps with the syringe of petrol... he fails.

Why?

That is simple.

Because you have emptied most of the contents of the can into the water butt and then filled the can with the plain tap water.

You know that when Monsieur Langton comes back, it will be with the cyanide.

The cyanide that you will use for murder.

Not murder... Suicide.

Murder!

The death that you planned for yourself was to be quick and easy, but the death that you planned for Monsieur Claude Langton was the worst death that any man can die.

He bought the poison.

His name is there in the book!

After he has left your house, you are found dead, the cyanide in your cup, and Monsieur Claude Langton, he hangs!

That was your plan, was it not, monsieur?

A few minutes from now, it'll all be over.

I do not think so, my friend.

It is most unusual for a man to die from swallowing the washing soda.

What!

Well, the substitution was not difficult.

Monsieur Claude Langton, he really ought to purchase a stronger lock for his back door.

HE LAUGHS Poirot, I... ..I don't know what to say.

Mon ami, you are a man who is dying.

You have lost the girl you love.

But there is one thing that you are not.

You are not a murderer, deep down within your heart.

I don't even want to kill the wasps any more.

The fact is... ..I've become quite used to them.

Stop by again, won't you, before... Before very long, mon ami.

And, Poirot, I... Thank God you came.

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