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That’s all he said! He’s so calm that it drives me to distraction sometimes. “An ungrateful woman,” he said. “We are well rid of her.”’
    ‘What about the other inmates of the house, madame?’
    ‘You mean Mr Simpson, our paying guest? Well, as long as he gets his breakfast and his evening meal all right, he doesn’t worry.’
    ‘What is his profession, madame?’
    ‘He works in a bank.’ She mentioned its name, and I started slightly, remembering my perusal of the Daily Blare .
    ‘A young man?’
    ‘Twenty-eight, I believe. Nice quiet young fellow.’
    ‘I should like to have a few words with him, and also with your husband, if I may. I will return for that purpose this evening. I venture to suggest that you should repose yourself a little, madame, you look fatigued.’
    ‘I should just think I am! First the worry about Eliza, and then I was at the sales practically all yesterday, and you know what that is, M. Poirot, and what with one thing and another and a lot to do in the house, because of course Annie can’t do it all—and very likely she’ll give notice anyway, being unsettled in this way—well, what with it all, I’m tired out!’
    Poirot murmured sympathetically, and we took our leave.
    ‘It’s a curious coincidence,’ I said, ‘but that absconding clerk, Davis, was from the same bank as Simpson. Can there be any connection, do you think?’
    Poirot smiled.
    ‘At the one end, a defaulting clerk, at the other a vanishing cook. It is hard to see any relation between the two, unless possibly Davis visited Simpson, fell inlove with the cook, and persuaded her to accompany him on his flight!’
    I laughed. But Poirot remained grave.
    ‘He might have done worse,’ he said reprovingly. ‘Remember, Hastings, if you are going into exile, a good cook may be of more comfort than a pretty face!’ He paused for a moment and then went on. ‘It is a curious case, full of contradictory features. I am interested—yes, I am distinctly interested.’
II
    That evening we returned to 88 Prince Albert Road and interviewed both Todd and Simpson. The former was a melancholy lantern-jawed man of forty-odd.
    ‘Oh! Yes, yes,’ he said vaguely. ‘Eliza. Yes. A good cook, I believe. And economical. I make a strong point of economy.’
    ‘Can you imagine any reason for her leaving you so suddenly?’
    ‘Oh, well,’ said Mr Todd vaguely. ‘Servants, you know. My wife worries too much. Worn out from always worrying. The whole problem’s quite simple really. “Get another, my dear,” I say. “Get another.” That’s all there is to it. No good crying over spilt milk.’
    Mr Simpson was equally unhelpful. He was a quiet inconspicuous young man with spectacles.
    ‘I must have seen her, I suppose,’ he said. ‘Elderly woman, wasn’t she? Of course, it’s the other one I see always, Annie. Nice girl. Very obliging.’
    ‘Were those two on good terms with each other?’
    Mr Simpson said he couldn’t say, he was sure. He supposed so.
    ‘Well, we get nothing of interest there, mon ami ,’ said Poirot as we left the house. Our departure had been delayed by a burst of vociferous repetition from Mrs Todd, who repeated everything she had said that morning at rather greater length.
    ‘Are you disappointed?’ I asked. ‘Did you expect to hear something?’
    Poirot shook his head.
    ‘There was a possibility, of course,’ he said. ‘But I hardly thought it likely.’
    The next development was a letter which Poirot received on the following morning. He read it, turned purple with indignation, and handed it to me.
    Mrs Todd regrets that after all she will not avail herself of Mr Poirot’s services. After talking the matter over with her husband she sees that it is foolish to call in a detective about a purely domestic affair. Mrs Todd encloses a guinea for consultation fee.
III
    ‘Aha!’ cried Poirot angrily. ‘And they think to get rid of Hercule Poirot like that! As a favour—a great favour—I