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Chapter X. The Arrest
Hegaveventtoaprodigiouswhistle,asIimpartedthenews.
“GreatScott!Youwereright,then.Icouldn’tbelieveitatthetime.”
“No,itisastonishinguntilyougetusedtotheidea,andseehowitmakeseverythingfitin.Now,whatarewetodo?Ofcourse,itwillbegenerallyknownto-morrow.”
Johnreflected.
“Nevermind,”hesaidatlast,“wewon’tsayanythingatpresent.Thereisnoneed.Asyousay,itwillbeknownsoonenough.”
Buttomyintensesurprise,ongettingdownearlythenextmorning,andeagerlyopeningthenewspapers,therewasnotawordaboutthearrest!Therewasacolumnofmerepaddingabout“TheStylesPoisoningCase,”butnothingfurther.Itwasratherinexplicable,butIsupposedthat,forsomereasonorother,Jappwishedtokeepitoutofthepapers.Itworriedmejustalittle,foritsuggestedthepossibilitythattheremightbefurtherarreststocome.
Afterbreakfast,Idecidedtogodowntothevillage,andseeifPoirothadreturnedyet;but,beforeIcouldstart,awell-knownfaceblockedoneofthewindows,andthewell-knownvoicesaid:
“Bonjour,monami!”
“Poirot,”Iexclaimed,withrelief,andseizinghimbybothhands,Idraggedhimintotheroom.“Iwasneversogladtoseeanyone.Listen,IhavesaidnothingtoanybodybutJohn.Isthatright?”
“Myfriend,”repliedPoirot,“Idonotknowwhatyouaretalkingabout.”
“Dr.Bauerstein’sarrest,ofcourse,”Iansweredimpatiently.
“IsBauersteinarrested,then?”
“Didyounotknowit?”
“Nottheleastintheworld.
