As we drew up. Major Norman jumped out, and a plain-clothes man took his place. He conferred with Poirot for a few minutes, and then went off briskly.
I, too, jumped out, and caught Poirot by the arm.
'I congratulate you, old fellow! They have told you the hiding-place?
But, look here, you must wire to France at once. You'll be too late if you go yourself.'
Poirot looked at me curiously for a minute or two.
'Unfortunately, my friend, there are some things that cannot be sent by telegram.'
III
At that moment Major Norman returned, accompanied by a young officer in the uniform of the Flying Corps.
'This is Captain Lyall, who will fly you over to France. He can start at once.'
'Wrap up warmly, sir,' said the young pilot. 'I can lend you a coat, if you like.'
Poirot was consulting his enormous watch. He murmured to himself: 'Yes, there is time - just time.' Then he looked up, and bowed politely to the young officer. 'I thank you, monsieur. But it is not I who am your passenger. It is this gentleman here.'
He moved a little aside as he spoke, and a figure came forward out of the darkness. It was the second male prisoner who had gone in the other car, and as the light fell on his face, I gave a gasp of surprise.
It was the Prime Minister!
IV
'For Heaven's sake, tell me all about it,' I cried impatiently, as
Poirot, Norman and I motored back to London. 'How in the world did they manage to smuggle him back to England?'
'There was no need to smuggle him back,' replied Poirot dryly. 'The Prime Minister has never left England. He was kidnapped on his way from Windsor to London.'
'What?'
'I will make all clear. The Prime Minister was in his car, his secretary beside him. Suddenly a pad of chloroform is clapped on his face - '
'But by whom?'
'By the clever linguistic Captain Daniels. As soon as the Prime Minister is unconscious, Daniels picks up the speaking-tube, and directs O'Murphy to turn to the right, which the chauffeur, quite unsuspicious, does. A few yards down that unfrequented road a large car is standing, apparently broken down. Its driver signals to O'Murphy to stop. O'Murphy slows up. The stranger approaches.
Daniels leans out of the window, and, probably with the aid of an instantaneous anaesthetic, such as ethylchloride, the chloroform trick is repeated. In a few seconds, the two helpless men are dragged out and transferred to the other car, and a pair of substitutes take their places.'
'Impossible!'
'Pas du tout! Have you not seen music-hall turns imitating celebrities with marvellous accuracy? Nothing is easier than to personate a public character. The Prime Minister of England is far easier to understudy than Mr John Smith of Clapham, say. As for O'Murphy's "double", no one was going to take much notice of him until after the departure of the Prime Minister, and by then he would have made himself scarce. He drives straight from Charing Cross to the meeting-place of his friends. He goes in as O'Murphy, he emerges as someone quite different. O'Murphy has disappeared, leaving a conveniently suspicious trail behind him.'
'But the man who personated the Prime Minister was seen by everyone!'
'He was not seen by anyone who knew him privately or intimately.
And Daniels shielded him from contact with anyone as much as possible. Moreover, his face was bandaged up, and anything unusual in his manner would be put down to the fact that he was suffering from shock as a result of the attempt upon his life. Mr MacAdam has a weak throat, and always spares his voice as much as possible before any great speech. The deception was perfectly easy to keep up as far as France. There it would be impracticable and impossible - so the Prime Minister disappears. The police of this country hurry across the Channel, and no one bothers to go into the details of the first attack. To sustain the illusion that the abduction has taken place in France, Daniels is gagged and chloroformed in a convincing manner.'
'And the man who has enacted the part of the Prime Minister?'
'Rids himself of his disguise. He and the bogus chauffeur may be arrested as suspicious characters, but no one will dream of suspecting their real part in the drama, and they will eventually be released for lack of evidence.'
'And the real Prime Minister?'
'He and O'Murphy were driven straight to the house of "Mrs Everard," at Hampstead, Daniels' so-called "aunt". In reality, she is Frau Bertha Ebenthal, and the police have been looking for her for some time. It is a valuable little present that I have made to them - to say nothing of Daniels! Ah, it was a clever plan, but he did not reckon on the cleverness of Hercule Poirot!'
I think my friend might well be excused his moment of vanity.
'When did you first begin to suspect the truth of the matter?'
'When I began to work the right way - from within! I could not make that shooting affair fit in - but when I saw that the net result of it was that the Prime Minister went to France with his face bound up I began to comprehend! And when I visited all the cottage hospitals between Windsor and London, and found that no one answering to my description had had his face bound up and dressed that morning, I was sure! After that, it was child's play for a mind like mine!'
The following morning, Poirot showed me a telegram he had just received. It had no place of origin, and was unsigned. It ran:
'In time.'
Later in the day the evening paper published an account of the Allied Conference. They laid particular stress on the magnificent ovation accorded to Mr David MacAdam, whose inspiring speech had produced a deep and lasting impression.
The Disappearance of Mr Davenheim
Poirot and I were expecting our old friend Inspector Japp of Scotland Yard to tea. We were sitting round the tea-table awaiting his arrival. Poirot had just finished carefully straightening the cups and saucers which our landlady was in the habit of throwing, rather than placing, on the table. He had also breathed heavily on the metal teapot, and polished it with a silk handkerchief. The kettle was on the boil, and a small enamel saucepan beside it contained some thick, sweet chocolate which was more to Poirot's palate than what he described as 'your English poison.'
A sharp 'rat-tat' sounded below, and a few minutes afterwards Japp entered briskly.
'Hope I'm not late,' he said as he greeted us. 'To tell the truth, I was yarning with Miller, the man who's in charge of the Davenheim case.'
I pricked up my ears. For the last three days the papers had been full of the strange disappearance of Mr Davenheim, senior partner of Davenheim and Salmon, the well-known bankers and financiers.
On Saturday last he had walked out of his house, and had never been seen since. I looked forward to extracting some interesting details from Japp.
'I should have thought,' I remarked, 'that it would be almost impossible for anyone to "disappear" nowadays.'
Poirot moved a plate of bread and butter the eighth of an inch, and said sharply:
'Be exact, my friend. What do you mean by "disappear"? To which class of disappearance are you referring?'
'Are disappearances classified and labelled, then?' I laughed.
Japp smiled also. Poirot frowned at us both.
'But certainly they are! They fall into three categories: First, and most common, the voluntary disappearance. Second, the much abused "loss of memory" case - rare, but occasionally genuine.
Third, murder, and a more or less successful disposal of the body.
Do you refer to all three as impossible of execution?'
'Very nearly so, I should think. You might lose your own memory, but someone would be sure to recognize you - especially in the case of a well-known man like Davenheim. Then "bodies" can't be made to vanish into thin air. Sooner or later they turn up, concealed in lonely places, or in trunks. Murder will out. In the same way, the absconding clerk, or the domestic defaulter, is bound to be run down in these days of wireless telegraphy. He can be headed off from foreign countries; ports and railway stations are watched; and, as for concealment in this country, his features and appearance will be known to everyone who reads a daily newspaper. He's up against civilization.'