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meals?’ asked Poirot. ‘Do each of you serve separate cars?’
    ‘No, sir, we work it together. The soup, then the meat and vegetables and salad, then the sweet, and soon. We usually serve the rear car first, and then go out with a fresh lot of dishes to the front car.’
    Poirot nodded.
    ‘Did this Morisot woman speak to anyone on the plane, or show any signs of recognition?’ asked Japp.
    ‘Not that I saw, sir.’
    ‘You, Davis?’
    ‘No, sir.’
    ‘Did she leave her seat at all during the journey?’
    ‘I don’t think so, sir.’
    ‘There’s nothing you can think of that throws any light on this business—either of you?’
    Both the men thought, then shook their heads.
    ‘Well, that will be all for now, then. I’ll see you again later.’
    Henry Mitchell said soberly:
    ‘It’s a nasty thing to happen, sir. I don’t like it, me having been in charge, so to speak.’
    ‘Well, I can’t see that you’re to blame in any way,’ said Japp. ‘Still, I agree, it’s a nasty thing to happen.’
    He made a gesture of dismissal. Poirot leaned forward.
    ‘Permit me one little question.’
    ‘Go ahead, M. Poirot.’
    ‘Did either of you two notice a wasp flying about the plane?’
    Both men shook their heads.
    ‘There was no wasp that I know of,’ said Mitchell.
    ‘There was a wasp,’ said Poirot. ‘We have its dead body on the plate of one of the passengers.’
    ‘Well, I didn’t see it, sir,’ said Mitchell.
    ‘No more did I,’ said Davis.
    ‘No matter.’
    The two stewards left the room. Japp was running his eye rapidly over the passports.
    ‘Got a countess on board,’ he said. ‘She’s the one who’s throwing her weight about, I suppose. Better see her first before she goes right off the handle and gets a question asked in the House about the brutal methods of the police.’
    ‘You will, I suppose, search very carefully all the baggage—the hand baggage—of the passengers in the rear car of the plane?’
    Japp winked cheerfully.
    ‘Why, what do you think, M. Poirot? We’ve got to find that blowpipe—if there is a blowpipe and we’re not all dreaming! Seems like a kind of nightmare to me. I suppose that little writer chap hasn’t gone off his onion and decided to do one of his crimes in the flesh instead of on paper? This poisoned dart business sounds like him.’
    Poirot shook his head doubtfully.
    ‘Yes,’ continued Japp, ‘everybody’s got to be searched, whether they kick up rough or not; and every bit oftruck they had with them has got to be searched too—and that’s flat.’
    ‘A very exact list might be made, perhaps,’ suggested Poirot, ‘a list of everything in these people’s possession.’
    Japp looked at him curiously.
    ‘That can be done if you say so, M. Poirot. I don’t quite see what you’re driving at, though. We know what we’re looking for.’
    ‘ You may, perhaps, mon ami , but I am not so sure. I look for something, but I know not what it is.’
    ‘At it again, M. Poirot! You do like making things difficult, don’t you? Now for her ladyship before she’s quite ready to scratch my eyes out.’
    Lady Horbury, however, was noticeably calmer in her manner. She accepted a chair and answered Japp’s questions without the least hesitation. She described herself as the wife of the Earl of Horbury, gave her address as Horbury Chase, Sussex, and 315 Grosvenor Square, London. She was returning to London from Le Pinet and Paris. The deceased woman was quite unknown to her. She had noticed nothing suspicious during the flight over. In any case, she was facing the other way—towards the front of the plane—so had had no opportunity of seeing anything that was going on behind her. She had not left her seat during the journey. As far as she remembered no one had enteredthe rear car from the front one with the exception of the stewards. She could not remember exactly, but she thought that two of the men passengers had left the rear car to go to the toilets,