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[mysteriousjazz music]

J'J'

[bell tolling]

[horn honks]

[horse hooves clapping]

[horse chuffs]

[bell ringing]

[birds chirping]

[people conversing indistinctly]

[papers fluttering]

- Oh, allow me, mademoiselle.

Voilé.

- Thank you.

- It is like an enormous birthday cake, is it not'?

So strange and so out of place in this beautiful neighborhood.

Near the end of the last century when it was being built,

so many of the great artists, they lived here.

Oh, yes.

Renoir, Manet, van Gogh, so many,

It amuses me i0 imagine their dismay

as they saw it being constructed.

- Well, actually, I think ifs rather beautiful.

- You know, when they lived here, mademoiselle,

Montmartre was just a village in the countryside.

Strange church for a village, n'est-ce pas?

However, for myself, I am very happy

that it is no longer the countryside.

I greatly prefer under my feet lhe paving stones.

Excuse me.

[peaceful orchestral music]

J'J'

- On demands Monsieur Johnson'

Paging Mr. Johnson.

On demande Monsieur Johnson'

Paging Mr. Johnson.

- I'd much rather spend the afternoon shopping.

There are so many gorgeous shops in Paris.

It's quite absurd.

- We've already bought the tickets, darling.

- Il is why we came, Cecily.

- Yes, Venetia, thank you.

Ido realize.

But I didn't realize

we'd spend the whole week watching tennis.

For goodness' sake.

Well, really!

Ido think Frenchmen are so rude.

Don't you, Venelia?

Where's Madeleine?

Madeleine!

[shoes clacking]

Fetch my cigarettes, will you?

- Yes, Lady Horbury.

[applause]

- Quaranle, lrente.

[applause]

Jeu, Monsieur Perry.

Monsieur Perry méne par quatre jeux é trois

dans Ie premier set.

- Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

[applause]

[cork p095]

- He was jolly good, even you must admit, Cecily.

- Who was?

- Fred Perry, darling,

the English one.

- Iwish I'd seen Perry at Wimbledon last year.

They say he was marvelous.

- Well, let's hope he wins again in the final.

- Yes, that would be nice, wouldn't it?

- Hello. - Hello'

- I fell I ought to apologize...

in case my clapping deafened you.

- [laughs] Oh, no, don't worry.

- Did you enjoy the game?

- Oh, yes.

H's a wonderful tournament, isn't it'!

- I'm Norman Gale.

- Jane Grey.

- Wasn't she a queen or something?

- Briefly. No relation, I'm afraid.

I'm just an air stewardess.

- Well, I hope you're not flying back before the final.

- 0h, no, no, definitely not.

I wouldn't miss it for anything.

- Good.

. Gargon!

Gfifqon!

Oh, for heaven's sakel

[dramatic music]

J'J'

- Dix rouge.

- Merci.

- Faites vosjeux, mesdames e! messieurs.

Faites vos jeux.

Faites vosjeux, mesdames e! messieurs.

Faites vos jeux.

- [whispers] Come on, come on, come on, come on.

- Quinze noir.

Faites vosjeux, mesdames e! messieurs.

Faites vos jeux.

- Thai was a lovely dinner. Thank you, Stephen.

- Glad you enjoyed it.

- You mustn't worry about Cecily not turning up.

Really.

There's probably a perfectly good reason.

She's probably back at the hotel now.

- She's been worse than ever this week

It was marvelous that you could come with us, Venetia.

- Oh, well.

I'm very good at being a friend of the family.

It's my role in life, I think.

_ Oh.

- Bonsoir, madame. Bonsoir, monsieur

- Good evening.

[suspenseful music]

[engine pullering]

J'J'

[pounding on door]

- Oh, madame.

- Madame Giselle, s'il vous plait.

- Le premier étage.

[door clacks]

[window creaks]

- [speaking French indistinctly]

I will not tolerate it!

Do you understand?

I will not tolerate it!

Hello, darling.

Can't you sleep?

- It's 3:00.

-Isifl

- Did you see her'?

- Who?

- That woman.

- I mighl have paid her just a little visit, Stephen.

On the other hand, I might nol.

- I suppose you went to the casino.

- I might have spent just a few francs, yes, Stephen,

I must confess.

- I'm not helping anymore, Cecily.

I'm simply not.

You'll just have to tell her!

- Oh, don't get so excited, darling.

You and Venelia love riding around on horses,

and I love smoking and drinking

and losing money at the roulette table.

So long as we all leave each other to our own devices,

I don't see what the problem is.

- I'm going backto London in the morning.

- And miss the final?

What will Venetia think?

[dramatic music]

[cane clacking]

- Ah, mademoiselle.

Idid not take you for an admirer of the avant-garde.

- Hello, again. - Hello.

You are a little baffled by what you see?

- Yes, I'm afraid lam, actually.

- Well, it's hardly surprising, mademoiselle.

The surrealists, you see, they free themselves

from the demands of logic.

They do not paint what we see beiore us,

the real world as we call it.

No, no, no.

No, they struggle to express the unconscious,

the dream world.

So one cannot approach their work in way that has logic.

You have to experience it.

You have to open your mind to it.

That is all.

Come. lwill show you more.

So, Mademoiselle Grey,

how does the world look

now that the surrealisls have opened your mind to if?

- H's all looking a lillle strange now actually.

But I'm sure it's only temporary.

It's been fascinating meeting you, Mr. Poirot.

- Ah, no, no, no, no. You are too kind.

- No, it has.

Bul now there's a little bit of Paris I'd like to show you,

somewhere I'm almost sure you've never been.

- Oh, I have seen much of Paris, Mademoiselle Grey.

Do not be so sure.

[martial band music]

J'J'

You are very clever, Mademoiselle Grey,

to obtain for me a seat at such short notice.

- That's your seal there.

- Well, thank you. Thank you very much indeed.

You are too kind.

- I'll see you later.

- Indeed. Au revoir

- Au revoir.

- Excuse me. Pardon'

Pardon.

Pardon.

- I really don't know why you're staying, Cecily.

Why didn't you go back with Stephen'?

- Perhaps because even this is preferable

to being stuck in the country

with all that mud and horse manure.

- Oh, you must have known what he was like

before you married him.

- One never knows what one's husband is like

before one marries him.

That's one of the problems with marriage.

[cheers and applause]

- Are you sure you're not staying for other reasons?

- What do you mean?

- What about that actor friend of yours?

Isn't he keen on tennis?

[applause]

- Trente par tout.

[tennis ball popping]

[crowd murmuring]

[applause]

Trente, quarante.

[cork p095]

[all cheering]

- It is interesting, is it not,

how the British regard tennis as their own invention

and any tennis trophy as rightfully theirs?

When the truth is, it was a French game originally.

Jeu de pomme.

11th century, Hhink

- It was a jolly good game, wasn't it'?

And Perry absolutely thrashed von Cramm.

Uillghter]

[all speaking at once]

Are either of you going to Wimbledon?

- For myself, I think not.

- Depends if I can get the time off.

- Me too.

- Some more. Gargon!

Gfifqon!

Uillghter]

- You've had enough, Cecily.

[men laughing raucously]

- I have nothing for you, madame, nothing.

Do you hear'?

The cupboard is bare.

No more money, comprenez?

- Pardon, madame.

- Good morning, sir. Welcome aboard.

- I hear Miss Grey will be traveling with us,

ready to cater for our every need.

- How delightful, a little party.

Ah, and there are two more lo join us,

two more aficionados of the game of tennis.

- Oh, yes.

Yes, I saw them yesterday. What a coincidence.

- No, no, no, no, Monsieur Gale, it is not a coincidence.

You will go to Paris forthe tennis.

The tennis finishes. You go home.

What could be more logical?

- Bonjour, monsieur.

Le Bourget, s'il vous plait.

- Au revair, Elise.

A bienfdf.

- Au revoir, madame.

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

- It'll be in here. sir, if you need it.

- Thank you.

- Morning. - Good morning.

You're at the end, Mr. Gale, on the right,

- Call me Norman, if you like.

- I shall have a rug, if I may.

Thank you.

- Uh, your hat, sir.

- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- This way, ladies.

Lady Horbury.

Miss Kerr.

- Is everything all right, Mr. Duponl'!

- Yes.

- Would you like me to lake your case for you?

- No, no, it contains valuable archaeological pieces.

Equatorial African pipes, you see?

For a lecture I'm giving to the British Archaeological Society.

- Really? How interesting.

If you'll excuse me.

This way, madame.

- Excuse me for asking, sir,

but I couldn't help wondering.

Would you, by any chance, be Mr. Daniel Clancy,

the detective writer?

- Yes. Yes, indeed.

- I'd just like to say, sir,

I'm a great admirer of your Wilbraham Rice stories.

He's so brilliant,

a real genius,

the way he can always work out who did it.

- Yes.

Yes, I don'! know how he does it myself sometimes.

- 0w! My fingernail.

Stewardl

Stewardl

- What can I do for you, madame?

- Gel me my maid.

She's in the other compartment.

Tell her to bring my dressing case.

- Yes, madame.

[dramatic music]

J'J'

[propeller thrumming]

- Thank you, Madeleine. Thafll be all.

- Are you all right, sir?

- No, lam not all right. Thank you.

How can I be all right'?

- Would you like something to drink, sil'?

- No. Thank you.

Mon estamac.

-Ah.

- Would you like some food, Norman?

- Yes, please.

- If you wouldn't mind, Cecily.

My thr-oat.

- Of course not, dear.

Finsect buzzing]

Finsect buzzing]

' [sighs]

- Anything ior you, sir'? - Uh, no, thank you.

- More coffee, sir?

Coffee, miss?

Lady Horbury'?

More coifee, sir?

- Hmm? Uh, no, thank you.

- No, thank you.

- Madame?

More coffee, madame?

Madame?

[dishes clatter]

Oh, my God.

Is there a doctor?

- What is it'?

- Is anyone a doctor?

- |'m a dentisl ifl can be of any help.

- What is it? What has happened?

- I'm afraid she's dead.

- What-what is it, a fit?

-No.

No, lthink not.

Regardez.

- It's a wasp sting.

I killed a wasp with my cup.

- Yes, I saw it too.

- People do die of wasp stings, but...

- You musl go back to your seats,

please, gentlemen.

We're about to land.

- Qubst-ce que c'est 9a?

- Another wasp?

- Yes, it is very like a wasp.

But il is not a wasp.

- Goodness, it's a dart.

A native dart.

South American, Hhink

- You have seen one of these before, monsieur?

- Yes. Yes, indeed.

Better be careful.

- Yes, you are right.

We must be very careful,

because unless I am very much mistaken, mes amis,

the end is coated with poison.

- Sm - No, thank you.

- No, thank you.

- Sm - No, thank you.

I'm extremely sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

The police won'! keep you very long.

Theyll let you go

as soon as they've gone through your hand luggage.

- Excuse me, Mr. Poirot. - Yes.

- Would you mind stepping outside?

-Nolata||.

- I knew there was something suspicious about him.

Didn't I say'?

- Thank you.

- Well, well, seems you can'l even fly on an airplane now

without somebody getting murdered.

I've been onto the Sflreté in Paris.

Ispoke to a chap called Fournier.

Inspector Fournier'?

-No.

- I asked him to find out about the murdered woman,

but he knew all about her already.

Her name's Giselle, Marie Giselle,

well-known moneylender,

specialized in lending lo society people,

always kept an ear open for their latest scandals,

and then used them to blackmail them

when they got behind with their payments.

Anyway, what can you tell me?

Igather you were sitting just a few yards

from the scene of the crime.

- Well, unfortunately, Chief Inspector Japp,

atthe time of the murder, lwas asleep.

- Asleep? Really?

Oh, well, well.

Still, ldare say you have a theory or two

about who committed it.

- How could I possibly have a theory, Chief Inspector,

when I still do not fully comprehend what happened'?

- A bit odd, though, don't you think'!

Death by poison dart on a British airplane?

Bizarre isn't the word.

Jean Dupont.

Large book

In French.

Cigarette holder.

Ivory, I should say.

Small notebook

Full of scribbled notes.

Ornamental hollow tubes.

- African pipes llhink you will find.

Iwas not asleep all of the time, Chief Inspector.

I heard Monsieur Dupont tell it to the air stewardess,

Mademoiselle Jane Grey.

Monsieur DuponL he is an archaeologist.

- Could be what we're after.

- What exactly are you after, Chief Inspector?

- Well, the question I'm asking myself, Poirot,

is how did the dart get into the body'?

- Ah, you refer, I assume,

to the method used by the South American Indians,

who shoot the native thorns,

such as was discovered by the body,

through the wooden lube, West-cs pas?

- Well, yes.

How do you know about South American Indians?

- Because I have talked lo Monsieur Daniel Clancy.

The well-known writer of the detective stories?

And creator of the celebrated gentleman detective,

MonsieurWilbraham Rice?

No?

Voilé.

Well, Monsieur Clancy

was one of the passengers on the airplane.

He has researched into the subject

for one of his books.

- Oh, has he?

- Oui. Well, so he tells me.

If you please, Chief Inspector, when you are finished,

could you let me have a copy of the list

of the personal effects oi each passengefl

It would be of great interest to me.

- And why would that interest you?

What are you looking for'?

- I do not know.

All I know is that I pursue the object

that will hold the answer to a question that troubles me.

[chuckles]

Bul such are the dilemmas with which we daily struggle.

Are they not'?

-Hen

- Excuse me.

- [sarcastically] Very helpful.

Norman Gale.

Strand Magazin s.

England's Glory box of matches.

Empty-

One while linen coat.

Two dental mirrors.

Dental rolls of cotton wool.

Do you reckon he's a dentist, by any chance?

- [chuckles]

- ifs an unforgivable invasion of privacy.

I demand to speak lo my husband and my lawyer at once.

- Il won't do any good, Cecily.

- It's perfectly normal procedure, I think you'll find.

After all, the murder weapon might still be concealed

in someone's bag or case.

- Just take me to a telephone.

- This way, madame.

- You stay here.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I'm sorry, sir, but nobodys allowed on the plane.

Those are my orders.

- We need to get on board.

- I've strict instructions. I'm sorry.

- But we haven't cleared up in there.

There's coffee cups and goodness knows what.

- He won't let us on board.

- Oh, dear. - Ridiculous.

In all the lime I've worked here-

- If you please, Monsieur Mitchell.

Will you excuse us, Constable?

One moment, if you please.

I have a question, if you would be so good.

Did either of you during the flight see a wasp'?

- A sort of squashed wasp, yes, sir,

in the young Frenchman's saucer when I gave him more coffee.

- But did you see the wasp alive?

Did either of you see the wasp flying around the cabin?

-No.

No, I can't say I did.

-Nordid I.

But surely il was the dart that killed the poor woman.

Hasn't that been established?

- Almost certainly, yes, mademoiselle.

- Then why-

- Mademoiselle Grey,

when was the last time you saw to be alive Madame Giselle?

- Well, I suppose

when I collecled up the plates after the meal.

- Yes. she was alive when I poured her coffee.

A few minutes later that would be.

- Merci.

Merci bien.

Just one more question.

Madame Giselle, had she ever flown with you before?

- I'd never seen her.

But I've only been working here a few weeks.

- Ah, yes, of course.

And you, monsieur?

- Well, yes, as a matter of fact,

she flew with us quite often.

She usually went in the first plane in the morning,

the 9:00.

This one sometimes gets busy,

but there's always room in the 9:00.

- They've found something, Poirot.

You better come along with me.

- Thank you very much.

- Awooden pipe, Poirot.

- So I see, Chief Inspector.

- Just what I was looking ior.

All we need to know now is how it got here.

- You see the markings?

Ithink you will find...

that it is South American.

Just as is the dart.

- What's that you've got'?

- I do not know.

But I am sure all will become clear.

The wooden tube is rather beautiful'

is it not, Chief Inspector'?

- Quite frankly, Poirot, I don't much care

whether ifs beautiful or South American.

At the moment, I'd just like lo know

who was sitting here.

- I was sitting here, Chief Inspector.

_ Oh.

Oh, well, that puts a different complexion on it, I suppose.

- Mais non.

Not at all.

Check it for the fingerprints, if you please.

I insist.

I understand it is your duty

as a policeman of Scotland Yard

to regard everyone as guilty

unlil he is proven to be innocent.

- No, no, really-

- And I tell you, Chief Inspector,

I regard it as my duty to clear my name

of this inexcusable slur as soon as possible.

- Stephen? I had to lalkto you.

I must warn you, something awfu|'s happened.

There's been a murder.

Yes, on the plane.

That Giselle woman.

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

- Oui, Inspecteur.

- Ouvrsz Ia ports! Police!

Ouvrezwous tout de suite.

[men speaking indistinctly]

[knocking at door]

Allez. . .ouvrez! Ouvrez!

[knocking continues]

[door handle squeaking]

Ouvrez Ia ports!

Ouvrez-nous tout de suite!

Inspecleur Foumier, Sllrsté.

- Enchantée, Inspecteur.

[metal clatlering]

- I demand to speak to the person in charge.

- Sorry, madame-

- Don't "madame" me.

Do you know who lam?

- [chuckles]

- What's going on?

- It really doesn't make any difference.

- What did you say'? - I've strict-

- I think you will discover, Chief Inspector,

that it is Lady Horbury.

- Person in charge. - So you say.

But I'm afraid I have strict instructions.

Look, I've told you, madame.

[both talking at once]

- What seems to be the problem, Constable?

- This lady-

-Are you the senior policeman here'?

- Chief Inspector Japp, yes.

- I'd like to talk to you Ofl YOLIT 0WD.

Iwish to complain.

- If you just go back to the lounge, please, madame,

lshall be questioning everyone shortly.

- Uh, Chief Inspector Japp,

lthink it would be better to talk to Lady Horbury now.

She was sitting in the seat directly in front of mine.

- Oh, was she? - Oui.

- Right.

All right, Constable.

Have you ever seen this before, Lady Horbury'?

- No, certainly not. Why'?

- Lady Horbury, at any lime during the flight,

did you see anyone move to the rear of the plane?

- What's it got to do with you?

- Just answer the question, please.

-No.

I was sitting facing the front.

How could l'? I never lefl my seat.

- But I am thinking about the last half hour

in particular.

Did you not notice anyone at all?

-No.

Well, apart from the steward and stewardess.

They were clearing the tables and then serving coffee.

They passed by a iew times.

- Did you see a wasp?

WK?»

- And did you know the murdered woman,

Lady Horbury'?

- N-no.

No, I'd never seen her before.

- Just when I thought we were getting somewhere.

- There is something that troubles you, Chief Inspector?

- Pvejust heard from Fournier.

Theyve onlyjusl dragged themselves round

to Gise||e's house.

By the time they got there,

her blasted maid had destroyed all her papers.

-Ah.

Then perhaps ilwas their lunchtime

when you informed them what happened.

- I beg your pardon.

- Well, it is very important in France, the lunchtime,

but for the eating and afterwards, the sleeping,

not ior the catching of the criminals

and the collecting of the evidence.

Why do you need these papers, Chief Inspector'?

- Because I think Lady Horbury knew Giselle.

Icould see it in her eyes.

But I need proof.

- Well, I told them it's a waste of time

looking through our luggage.

- Just because they've let us go,

it doesn't mean they don'! suspect one of us.

- Exactly, all it means is

they couldn't find the evidence lo keep us here.

- Excuse me, mademoiselle,

that gentleman over there with the mustaches,

can you tell me who he is?

- Yes. That's Hercule Poirot.

He's the famous detective.

- Tell me, did either of you see anyone pass by Madame Giselle

- Tell me, did either of you see anyone pass by Madame Giselle

during the flight'?

- Yes, I did.

I was handing out the meals.

Isaw Mr. Clancy walk right by her.

He was carrying a book

lassume he'd taken it from his bag or coal.

He went straight back to his seat with it.

- Did he pause as he walked by'?

Or do anything in any way unusual?

- I don't think so.

Bul I wasn't really concentrating on him.

I'm still not used to the work

I was terrified of dropping the food.

- I see.

And did either of you see anyone else get up'?

-No.

- Well, actually, lgot up myself,

but only to go to the toilet.

- Which is at the other end ofthe cabin.

- Yeah.

-Ah.

Au revoir, Monsieur Gale.

- Monsieur Poirot.

- What an impressive house.

- Yes.

I wish I could say itwas mine,

but I'm afraid it's my uncle's.

The surgerys here too. We both work here.

- Well, good-bye. - Ah, good-bye.

I was wondering,

are you possibly free for dinner,

perhaps tomorrow night'?

- Goodness.

Well, it's-how lovely. Yes.

- Yes? Good.

I'll telephone you tomorrow.

[romantic piano music]

J'J'

- You are thinking of Monsieur Gale, mademoiselle?

- No, actually.

I was thinking of Mr. Dupont.

- Ah, the archaeologist.

Why is it that you think of him?

- Well, because he came up and asked rne who you were.

-Mm.

- Ilwas a bit odd. That's all.

- And so you see, to Poirot, nobody is above suspicion.

- Well, I hope you don't think

either of them killed the poor woman.

- En effet, madernoiselle, either could have done it.

Merci.

Monsieur Gale, because he could have had access to the poison.

He would have known the doclors. For him, il would be easy.

And Monsieur Dupont,

because he travels around the world

visiling the places exotiques,

he could have purchased the poison and the pipes.

And of course, he killed the wasp.

- But I thought Madame Giselle was killed with the dart.

- Yes, you are right, mademoiselle.

The wasp is not so much interesting

as suggestive, Hhink

Ah.

Mademoiselle Grey,

would you be kind enough to help me?

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

-Ah.

Thank you, mademoiselle.

[door buzzing]

Good evening.

- Monsieur Poirot?

- Yes.

I'm Lord Horbury.

- Ah, yes.

Please.

- Thank you.

[sighs]

You see, my wife, well,

in many ways, she's just not suited to the life I lead.

It's a bit of a washout, really, our marriage.

It's entirely my fault.

Ifreely admit that.

Ifell for her, you see.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Well, she was an actress.

You know what actresses are like.

-No.

What are actresses like, Lord Horbury?

- Well, um,

all things to all men, in my experience.

I mean, she'd play the country lady but to perfection,

until she got bored with the part.

- So why do you come to me now, Lord Horbury?

- Well, we've had the police round already.

I don't know how they found out.

But they discovered she knew the murdered woman.

- And do you believe that this could have been

sufficientjuslification for her to kill her?

-No.

As I said, we don't get on.

We don't get on at all.

But, God, I know what she's capable of.

And she's not capable of murder.

Neven

- We've been sitting here watching his house

for an hour and a half.

He's never going to turn up.

- Monsieur Clancy will turn up eventually, mademoiselle.

Have no fear.

- There he is.

- Do not forget the shorthand, mademoiselle.

- But I told you ldon'! do shorthand.

- Neither, I am sure, does Monsieur Clancy.

Jusl make the little squiggles with confidence.

It will unnerve him.

Monsieur Clancy, I confess, I am at a loss.

Itried to deduce who is the murderer of Madame Giselle,

but there are several suspecls.

The little gray cells, never do lhey lel me down,

but in this case...

[scoffs]

And so in despair, lcome to you.

. Why me?

- Because, Monsieur Clancy, I'm a great admirer

oi your detective Monsieurwilbraham Rice.

Such logic, such a mind!

Indeed, Monsieur Clancy,

I have read everything that you have written.

Now, Mademoiselle Grey here has agreed to assist me.

I know thal you will have some theory of your own

about who committed the murder.

If you would be so good to tell it,

then Mademoiselle Grey will take it down

so that I may absorb it later.

- I'm sorry. No, it's impossible.

- Oh, come, come, come, monsieur.

You are too modest.

- I'm useless atthis sort of thing.

Wilbraham does it, you see.

He works it all out for me.

He's quite brilliant.

He was helping me onlyjust now when I was out.

We were retracing the steps of a murder.

Terrible stabbing.

- Monsieur Clancy, I am talking about a real murder,

and one of the chief suspects is yourself.

Oh, yes.

You had the opportunity,

and you were observed to pass by Madame Giselle

during the flight.

- I deny it.

- But I saw you, Mr. Clancy.

You were carrying a book

- Oh, yes, of course.

Gaughing]

My Bradshaw.

It gives the railway times.

Wilbraham told me to go and gel it

to check the vi||ain's alibi.

He was absolutely right.

Really cracked it.

I'd never have noticed it myself.

- Perhaps Monsieur Rice could solve another puzzle.

You told to me that you knew of the South American Indians

and their poison darls

because of research for one of your books.

Unfortunately, Monsieur Clancy,

there is no mention of ihis subject

in any of your books.

But to my surprise,

what do I see on your shelf?

Bulthis.

- With the powers invesled in me by the registrar of Paris,

I now declare you man and wife.

- Je dais aller a Ia police. Uest trés important.

Trés vite.

[knock at door]

- Entrez!

[door clicks]

- Bonjour.

- Bonjour.

- Do you speak English?

- I do. why.»

- You're in charge of the Giselle case?

- Yes.

- My name is Anne.

I'm Madame Gise||e's daughter.

And |'ve come to claim my inheritance.

-Ah.

Looking forward to the flight, Poirot'?

Gonna be a bit bumpy they tell me.

Gale-force winds forecast over the Channel.

- I have checked already, Chief Inspector.

The air, it will be beautifully calm all of the day.

Otherwise, I cancel my flight, and you go on your own.

- Jusl a joke.

Anyway, I've been talking to Lord and Lady Horbury again.

- I admire your industry, Chief Inspector.

- And Venetia Kerr.

It's quite clear that Lady Horbury

went off gambling every night in Paris

and used lo come back in a terrible state.

But the morning before they lefl,

she was particularly desperate.

- Which you assume is connected with Madame Giselle.

And so we return lo Paris to see what else we can find

to finally incriminate the Lady Horbury.

- Well, yes, that's what we're going for, isn't it'!

Or have you got a completely different theory

you're not telling me about'?

- I am reaching

certain conclusions, Chief Inspector.

But conclusions which do nol yet fit together, unfortunately.

First, I conclude that the wasp is of vital importance.

- Yes, but she wasn't killed by the wasp.

Forensic have already confirmed that.

- And secondly, the sudden appearance

of the daughter of Madame Giselle,

who we assume will inherit the money of her mother.

- Unless they find a will that says differently.

- Of course it is possible

that the daughter mighl be an imposler.

Or perhaps Madame Giselle did not even have a daughter.

- Ah.

- Would you care to order'?

- Full English, please.

- If you please, madame,

may I have the use of your seat just for one moment'?

Thank you.

Monsieur. - Monsieur.

- Thank you.

- What are you doing?

- Pardon?

- Where'd you get that'?

- This?

From Monsieur Daniel Clancy.

It was in his house.

- That's evidence, Poirot.

- Alors Chief Inspector, may I present it to you?

For myself, I have no further use of it.

[sighs]

- I hope you're not going to make

an exhibition of yourself here like you did on that plane.

- But my experimenls were very useiul, Chief Inspector.

They showed how dangerous a woman is Lady Horbury.

- Well, exactly.

- Etbien...

to be able to blow the poison dart

from one end of the cabin to the other?

First, she must have a lot of puff.

Secondly...

her aim musl be as good as that of Fred Perry himself.

And finally,

she must have been able i0 become invisible

so that no one on the plane saw her do it.

Iapologize, mon ami.

Poirot has gone too far'?

- I'm surprised at you, Poirot,

you of all people.

I mean, what we're talking about here

is the psychological moment, surely.

Whoever murdered Giselle,

whether ilwas Lady Horbury or even Daniel Clancy,

clearly, they chose just the psychological moment

when no one was looking,

so they could shoot the dart from wherever they wanted.

. Psychology.

You are right, Chief Inspector.

There must have been the reason psychological

why no one on the plane sawthe murderer.

That is what we must discover.

BulfirsL we must talk to the daughter.

If the daughter is what she really is.

- What do you mean she's gone?

- She arranged to return here today

where I agreed we would lake further particulars.

She was in such a hurry before, but she did not return.

- Well, let's go and iind her, Fournier.

How about that for a plan?

- That is the problem, you see.

I do not know where.

- You mean you didn't lake her address?

-No.

After all, she came to claim her inheritance,

a very large amount of money probably.

Why should she not return?

- Chief Inspector, I would like it

that you stay and work with Inspector Fournier,

if you please.

" Ha!

- Look, please do not be difficult, Chief Inspector.

We are in great need of the help of the Sflreté.

- We just had their help. Look where it's got us.

- Please, Chief Inspector, look.

You remember that I remove from the wooden tube

a tiny piece of paper.

I have been studying il. Observe it, if you please.

It has on it the letter F,

which I believe stands for "francs."

It is, I think, the remains of a price ticket

which has been torn off.

Therefore, the wooden tube, it was purchased from a shop,

in Paris probably.

- I thought it came from the South American Indians.

-No.

But now we have the need to discover

where then is this shop?

And Inspector Fournier and his men

will help you to find it.

- And what are you going to do?

- First, I must rest the little gray cells'

And then I pursue the matter of the disappearing daughter.

- On demands Madame de la Roche.

Paging Madame de la Roche.

On demande Madame de Ia Roche.

Paging Madame de la Roche.

- Bonjour. - Banjour.

Un homme a réservé uns chambre pour moi.

II s'appelle Poirot.

- Ah, yes, of course.

Monsieur Hercule Poirot.

And you are Miss Grey.

-Yes. Thank you.

- How do you do, Miss Grey'?

- How do you do? Mr. Dupont.

What a surprise.

Where are we going?

- I want to show you some of the remarkable things

that archaeologists have in the past unearthed, Miss Grey.

- Well, wait a minute. This is ridiculous.

How did you know where to find rne, Mr. Duponf?

- Ilwas easy, I telephoned the airline.

I said that lwas your brother,

that I urgently needed to contact you.

- But why'?

- Because I need your help.

- Have you ever dug up anything like this?

- Not personally, no.

Not yet.

My father, he was the expert.

He devoted his life to the study of equatorial Africa.

Lasl year, he died.

So this year, I plan an expedilion there

to continue his work

- What a good idea.

- Unfortunately, I have no money.

I need money to fund the expedition.

I look for private donations,

but the average person, it is terrible.

They care nothing about primitive culture.

- Well, I hope you don't think |'ve got any money.

Iwish I had.

- No, no, it is not you, Mademoiselle Grey,

It is the gentleman with the muslaches'

Monsieur Poirot.

He is a man of style and culture.

He has money, llhink

You know him well?

- Not well, no.

No, hardly at all.

-Ah.

How unfortunate.

Iwish to ask ifyou would consider a small donation.

- Poirot?

Give money to the digging up of Africa?

Mon Dieu.

Mm, perhaps that is not such a bad idea.

Voila. We are here.

Iwill need your advice, mademoiselle.

- Why'? How can I help?

- You are a daughter, are you not'?

We hearthat Madame Giselle had a daughter,

but perhaps this is wrong.

- This is an eerie place.

So cold and unfriendly.

Not what I would consider a home.

I mean, there's nothing personal in it.

Nothing at all.

- Mm, you are right.

S'il vous plait?

[sighs]

There are no souvenirs, no photographs,

no memories.

Est-cs que Madame Giselle avait de Ia famille, Elise?

- Non, monsieun

Ses parents sont molfs.

- Marts?

What's she saying? That someone's dead?

- Her mistress had no family.

Both her parents are dead.

Avaftelle des enfants?

- Nan, aucun.

- And there are no children?

-No.

[clock licking]

Comme c'est curieux, Elise.

Une femme don! Ie nom est Anne Giselle

vient de refaire surface.

- Anne?

Anne Giselle a refait surface?

- She knows the name.

So Anne Giselle does exist.

- Est-cs que Anne es! la fills de madame Giselle?

- [voice trembling] Oui.

C'était sa fille. Illégitime.

J' ai d0 prendre soin d'elle pour madame,

jusquGé ce qu'elle se sépare.

_ Oh.

- II y a vingt-trois ans. Je no faijamais revue depuis.

- The baby of Madame Giselle was illegitimate

so that Elise had to lake care of her.

- What did she say, something about 23 years ago?

- Il is 23 years that her mistress

took the baby away from Elise,

and she has not seen her since.

- Attendez.

Voilé.

- Ah. Merci

[sharp knock at the door]

- Ah, Poirot.

- Excusez-moi.

- Went and tracked down the shop that sold the dart.

81 Ports de Clignancourt.

Greek called Zeropoulos runs it.

- Merveilleux.

The efficiency of the French police, no'?

Regards, mon ami.

- What is it'?

- Il is a photograph

of the daughter of Madame Giselle.

- [sarcastically] Ah, marvelous.

Be a great help in tracing her, that will.

Hold on. I've got some photos here.

Excusez-moi.

Have any of these people ever been here?

-Uh...

Reconnaisez vous quslqu'un, Elise?

- Non.

- Encore une question, s'il vaus plait?

Est-cs que vous avez reservé

Ia place de Madame Giselle surle vol?

- What are you asking?

- Oui

- Alors, pourquoi n'a-t-elle pas pris

le vol de 9:00 du malin?

- II était plein. II nfy avait plus do place.

- I ask her why Madame Giselle

did not take the morning flight as was usual for her.

- And why didn't she?

- Because the 9:00 flight, il was full, évidemment.

There was no room on it.

- Well, you can't say fairer than that, can you?

- Qubst-ce qui se passé, huh?

- Ah, excusez-moi, madame.

- Qubst-ce qu'il y a ici? Qubst-ce qui se passe, huh?

- Do you speak English?

- Quoi?

Qubsl-ce que vous ditss, ah?

- English?

[melancholy music]

[horse hooves clapping]

[horses chuffing]

- Where's Cecily'?

- Oh, don't worry.

She's in bed, fast asleep.

- It's been nice being out in the fresh air like this.

- Just the two of us you mean?

- Yes.

Yes, I suppose I do.

- Well, who knows?

One day, well, maybe lhings will be simpler.

- IfCecily did the decent thing you mean?

-And what would the decent thing be

in your opinion, Venetia?

- Well, if she confessed, I suppose.

Isn't that what we both want, really, Stephen?

[dramatic music]

- Japp here.

Yes, I know it"s crackly. I'm talking from France.

I want you to find Lady Cecily Horbury at once.

[door clicks]

H-O-R, B for Bertie,

U-R-Y.

Belgravia.

Oh, yes, another place, big house in Suffolk.

Well, look it up in the file.

And don't lose sight oi her.

What?

Yés!

And ring me back as soon as you've traced her.

Morning, Fournier.

Sit down.

So what have you found out for me?

- I've been to see

Madame Giselle's lawyer, lnspeclor.

- Chief Inspector.

- Uh, Chief Inspector.

I've seen the will, and il is true.

Madame Giselle left her daughter, Anne Giselle,

all her money,

except for a small amount for the maid,

Elise Grandier.

- I see.

Thank you, Fournier.

- That is correct.

The 9:00 flight was full,

so I booked Madame Giselle on the midday flighL

- How strange.

- Why? What's strange about if?

Flights are often booked up well in advance.

- But not this one, monsieur.

- What do you mean?

- I'm an air stewardess.

A colleague of mine was on the 9:00 flight.

She told me itwas virtually empty.

- So perhaps you can now tell me the truth, monsieur.

- Well, it—

Very well.

A man came in.

He gave me 4,000 francs

to tell her the early plane was full.

There didn't seem to be any harm in it.

|didn't know she was going to be murdered.

- Describe this man, s'il vous plait.

- [sighs] He was an American,

tall, young,

with a goalee beard and glasses.

- Thank you.

- Ah, yes.

With glasses and a hat.

And he chewed gum like all Americans.

And his French accent,

it was terrible.

- Of course. Bon.

- Look

I will show you the tray where I keep the wooden pipes.

The junktray I call it.

I keep it for all the Americans.

No, no, no, no.

I bring ilto you.

Enjoythe sun.

- Merci.

- But there wasn't an American on board.

So where'd he come from?

- Mademoiselle,

you have helped me very, very much.

Ilhank you.

- Well, I haven't done much.

- Oh, yes, already you are like a true professional.

With the young man at airline office,

you played your role bu! to perfection.

Ah! The wooden tube.

May |'_a

- Oui, oui.

- Cbstjolie, nbst-ce pas?

Mais qubst-ce que cbst?

Ah.

The little pieces of silk, such workmanship.

What else do you observe, mademoiselle?

- Well, the silk is red.

Hhoughl the dart that killed Madame Giselle

had black and yellow on it.

- Bur you see, the murderer,

he replaced the red silk with the black and yellow.

You seem lo be in a hurry, mademoiselle.

- 0h, not really.

Well, Norman-Mr. Gale- said he might call.

He thought he might come over for a couple of days.

- I see.

Um, Mademoiselle Grey, I've been thinking.

I have been thinking very hard.

Iwish that you say to Monsieur Dupont

that Poirot is very happy to give to him

for his expedition the sum of £500.

- £5007

- Oui

- That's extremely kind.

- But of course.

. [giggles]

- A Ia préfeclure de police, s'il vous plait.

- What if that woman Fournier let slip

is not the real daughter, Poirot?

- Who else do we know

who is of an age that would be correct

for the daughter of Madame Giselle?

Hell you.

We know three women:

the honorable Venetia Kerr, Mademoiselle Jane Grey,

and the Lady Horbury.

All three were on the airplane.

- Well, I'd still plug for Lady Horbury.

- But why, Chief Inspector'?

- Well, for one thing,

because that concierge at Gise||e's

finally admitted that she recognized her.

- She told you this?

- Said she'd been there several times.

The last time, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

- You discovered all this while knowing virtually no French?

Chief Inspector, you're a miracle.

- Well, a bit of ingenuity,

expressive hand gestures, that sort of thing.

- Thank you.

We make progress, Fournier.

Chief Inspector Japp believes

that Lady Horbury committed the murder.

Whereas I, I have discovered

that the purchaser of the poison dart was a man.

- It can't have been.

- Mais oui. An American.

Or he seems to be.

He chews gum.

He wears American spectacles

and speaks with a most terrible French accent.

But il is easy to be an American in Paris,

n'est-ce pas, Fourniel?

- Mais oui, celfainement.

- So I suggest that he is a stage American.

- You mean it was a disguise?

-Mm.

- So it cannot be Lady Horbury.

- Unless she has an accomplice.

Now, that is possible.

- Wasn't there some gossip about her in the newspapers?

About her having an actor friend.

- Not in the newspapers that I read, Chief Inspector.

But you may be right.

[phone ringing]

- Japp here.

What?

What do you mean?

Well, where is she?

Wonderful.

I put a couple of men onto Lady Horbury.

But il seems they were loo late.

Theyve missed her.

No one knows where she is.

She's vanished.

- Oh, dear.

So you have now a lost suspect too, Chief Inspector?

- So...now I leave you, mademuiselle.

- But aren't you going to say hello to Norman?

-Uh...

In such a situation, three is a considerable crowd, I think

Excuse me.

Monsieur Mitchell, is it not?

- Oh, of course. Mr. Poirot.

- Oui. May l, please?

- Please do.

- Thank you.

No more murders I hope, Monsieur Mitchell.

-No.

- Bon.

Bon.

You know it is truly fortunate

to meet you here, Monsieur Mitchell.

I have a question to ask you.

When you cleared the table of Madame Giselle after she died,

did you notice anything unusual?

- No. No, I don't think so'

What sort of thing?

- Anything, anything at all.

Think hard, please. ll is very important.

- Well, yes, there was something.

It's silly, I'm sure, but, um...

there were two coflee spoons in her saucer.

It can sometimes happen when you're in a rush,

and it's bellerto lay too much than too little.

People can get terribly irritable

if everything isn't exactly right.

Still, that's not whal you're after.

Au contraire, Monsieur Mitchell.

Thank you very much.

It is a clue of the most vital importance.

[horns honking]

- It's so nice to be able to spend time together in Paris.

- Yes, it is.

And I'll be fascinated to see where the old woman lived.

Anyway, why do you think Poirot

suddenly agreed to give Dupont the money?

- I don't know.

Why'? Do you think it's odd'?

Do you think he's worked out some theory?

- Whal, that Jean Dupont murdered Giselle?

Do you believe he could have done it?

- I don't know.

He's a bit funny.

But he seemed quite nice to me.

- How nice?

- Not that nice.

This is her house.

We're being watched.

- Hello?

_ Oh.

|...was looking for Inspector Fournier.

- How can we help you, mademoiselle?

- Madame.

- Madame. Pardon.

- Well, I've come to apologize.

You see, I came to see Inspector Fcurnier...

a little while ago...

about a rather important matter.

- You're Madame Giselle's daughtefl

- Yes.

- Please. Sit down, madame.

- It's unforgivable, I know.

But I was in such a frantic stale.

You see, I only read about her death

the day I was going to get married.

The minute the ceremony was finished,

I hurried over here.

And then I wished I hadn't.

I felt awful about my poor husband

just waiting for me.

And we couldn't possibly cancel the honeymoon.

So ljusl didn't come back.

- Unlil now when the honeymoon has finished?

- Yes.

- Do you have any idea

of the trouble you've caused, Mrs...

- Richards.

- I think we need a few facts.

For a start, how do we know you're who you say you are?

- I thought of that.

I brought you my birth certificate.

- Do I not know you, madame?

There is something about you that I seem lo recognize.

- I don't see how.

I was brought up in Toronto

after my mother abandoned me.

Do you know Canada?

- Alas, no.

- Were you ever in contact with your mother, Mrs. Richards?

-Nolata||.

She never came to Canada to see me.

She never wrote to rne.

She obviously didn't care at all about me.

- And naturally, you hated her for this.

- I didn't care.

That's all.

Why should l?

I just hope she's left me a lot of money.

[roulette ball clacking]

- Trente-six rouge.

Faites vosjeux, mesdames e! messieurs.

Faites vos jeux.

- Whafs the matter?

- Nothing.

What's money, after all?

Get me another drink, Raymond.

- Ah, is this the newspaper

that you tell me about, Chief Inspector?

The one that reveres the gossip

of the English upper classes and their friends?

- Yes, and ifs very difficult to get over here.

- S0 I see. The date is yesterday.

Here, mon ami, the newspaper of today.

- Well, thanks.

It's in French, Poirot.

Struth, there's Lady Horbury.

- She disappears from her home in England

only to reappear here in Paris under OUT very YIOSBS.

'With...

Let me translate for you, Chief lnspeclor.

'With her traveling companion,

the well-known British actor Mr. Raymond Barraclough..."

No, no, no, no, no, please.

Poirot has a plan.

- Is that all right'?

-No.

It is terrible.

- [giggles] - Regardsz.

- Well, she won't be able to recognize me.

That's what you wanted, wasn't it?

- Yes, but I did not intend

that you should look like Santa Claus.

Come, Monsieur Gale, into the next room

and sit in that chair, if you please.

Mademoiselle Grey, if you would be so kind

as to hold the mirror.

And, Monsieur, if you will hold the towel.

Et bien, do not worry.

Hercule Poirot will make you look like a human being again.

- Lady Horbury.

Daily Record, Paris correspondent.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but we'd really like to do a piece on you

for our series, The English in Paris,

- No, certainly not.

- No, really, Lady Horbury.

The photographerwill be here injust a second.

Just a photo of yourself and Mr. Barraclough here.

- How dare you.

Get away from us!

- Now, I really don't think you should be taking that attitude.

But we'll be here again tomorrow morning, Lady Horbury.

I can see we've got an excellent story here already.

- Now look what you've done.

- |'m sorry.

- Just leave me alone. You're pathetic.

- Ah, Lady Horbury, bonjour.

You care to join me?

May I gel you something, a coffee perhaps?

-No.

Thank you. I'm all right.

- A cigarette perhaps?

- Thank you.

- There is something perhaps you would like lo tell Poirot'?

And then he can help?

- No, it's nothing, really.

- But I thinkthat is not so.

On the day before the murder,

your good friend, Monsieur Barraclough,

he was in Paris?

- Yes.

-And you saw him while you were in Paris?

And you also saw Madame Giselle, did you nol'?

And she refused to release you from your gambling debts.

- I didn't know what to do.

Stephen wouldn't pay them.

I knew he wouldn't, not anymore.

They were enormous.

Much more than he imagined.

She threatened me.

She said she'd tell people about them...

people in London.

I'd never have been able lo hold my head up again'

- So the truth is

that you and Monsieur Barraclough

were delighted when she died?

- Yes.

It was wonderful...

Almost too wonderful to believe.

- Ah, Poirot.

- Chief Inspector. Mademoiselle.

- Well, did you find out what you wanted?

- Yes.

Thank you, Chief Inspector.

. Anyway, I must g0.

[winces] Ah, my nail.

I must file it.

[dramatic music]

- What did you say, mademoiselle?

- What?

Oh, my nail.

It's nothing. It needs filing.

- Nam de nom de nom.

Now I understand.

Chief Inspector,

get a taxi at once.

Unless I am very much mistaken,

Madame Richards, she is in great danger.

- She left about an hour ago with an American.

She seemed surprised to see him.

- And where did they go, madame? Can you tell us that?

- Oh, yes.

He ordered a taxi for the Gare du Nord.

They were going lo England.

I heard him tell her.

- May I use your phone, ma'am?

[train whistle shrieking]

- Madame?

- Suicide?

- Thai is what the police suspect, Monsieur Gale.

- That's terrible. - Oui.

- What about her husband? Has he been told?

- I believe the police have been unable

lo trace the whereabouts of Monsieur Richards...so far.

- Is there anything we can do to help?

- I regret that it is too late for anyone to help the daughter

of Madame Giselle.

However, if you both would be so kind,

there is something you could do to help.

Please join me in my suite,

as I have called together

all those I consider relevant to this case.

- Why? Surely, you don't think-

- Mademoiselle,

I think only of apprehending the murderer of Madame Giselle.

Ihope you only think of that also.

Mesdames et messieurs,

first, I have the task

to restore the repulation of Hercule Poirot,

the celebrated detective

who had the misfortune not to observe

the cunning murder of Madame Marie Giselle

even though it look place not ten meters away from him.

And so...

when I had the dubious pleasure

to attend the final ofthe tennis match,

I observed an incident between you, Lady Horbury,

and Madame Giselle.

L! seemed to me quite clear that she had some hold of you...

- No more money, comprenez?

- A hold that you might go to any lengths to be rid of.

- 0h, now, that is outrageous.

Cicely would never be involved-

- Monsieur Raymond Barraclough,

you are, I understand, an actor'?

A profession that I think would equip you very well

for the impersonation of the mysterious American

who seems to have been the accomplice of the murderer.

- And how are we supposed to have carried out this murder?

- Well, as for opportunity,

the wooden tube was hidden

in the gap nexl to your seat on the plane.

But as my experiments proved most conclusively,

itwould have been impossible

for anyone to have blown the dart on the plane

without the greatest risk of being seen.

And so we ask ourselves this question.

Why was the wooden tube hidden in such a place

where it would undoubtedly have been found?

- To mislead us.

- Vraiment, Chief Inspector.

So next, we come to the wasp.

What was the purpose of the wasp'?

- The same thing.

To mislead us as well.

- Thank you, Mademoiselle Grey.

You know, Mademoiselle Grey

has been such a help to me throughout.

Une parfaite assistants.

And she is right.

Bu! by the time the body of Madame Giselle was discovered,

the wasp, it was dead also'

because it had been killed...

by Monsieur Dupont.

- Il was buzzing around my coffee.

- But did you have to kill it, sir?

Was that really necessary?

- [chuckles] What'?

Are you saying that because I killed a wasp,

I also killed Madame Giselle?

That is ridiculous.

- If the wasp was put there to mislead us,

was there not also a danger of il failing to do so?

Unless, of course, our attention was drawn to il

by the murderer himself.

- It's a wasp sting.

I killed a wasp with my cup.

All I did was kill a wasp with my cup.

- However, mesdames e! messieurs,

we know that the murder,

it was not committed by the wasp.

And we know that it was not committed

by the use of the wooden lube.

No.

It was committed by the poison dart being pushed

into the neck of Madame Giselle by the hand.

Now, we know of only three people

who passed by Madame Giselle during the flight:

the two air stewards,

Monsieur Mitchell and Mademoiselle Jane Grew

and Monsieur Daniel Clancy.

- Oh, I really- |didn'l come all this way to-

- So why did you come all this way, Mr. Clancy'?

Because itwould have been too suspicious lo have refused?

- How dare you!

- Monsieur Clancy displayed an expert knowledge

ofthe murder weapon.

- Goodness, it's a dart.

Native dart.

- And in his house,

lfound a wooden tube very similar

to the one we discovered on the plane.

- I told you,

it was for research for a book

- For a book that you never wrote, Monsieur Clancy.

- Because Wilbraham wouldn't let me.

He thought the whole idea preposterous.

How can I write a detective story

when my detective refuses to take any part in if?

- What's he talking about'?

- I feel that Monsieur Clancy suffers from a malady

common lo many writers of fiction.

His characters, they take control.

At times, they appear to him more real

than the world around him.

- You mean he's a madman.

A murdering madman.

Keep him away from me.

- Please, Lady Horbury,

rest calm.

Now, as for the two air stewards,

I have already discounted Monsieur Mitchell.

- Well, that only seems to leave you, Miss Grey.

Wouldn't you say'?

- Now, look, I'm sorry.

I protest.

This is pasl a joke.

-No.

It's all right, Norman.

- I was indeed suspicious of Mademoiselle Grey.

Iwas suspicious of her new friendship

with Monsieur Gale.

Was this friendship really new'?

Orwas she the true daughter of Madame Giselle?

But then, of course, at last, we met the real daughler

of Madame Giselle.

As soon as she entered the room...

- |...was looking for Inspector Fournier.

- I was convinced

I had seen this lady somewhere before.

It was not until Mademoiselle Grey

caught her nail that I remembered.

- 0h, my nail.

I must file it.

- In the lobby of the hotel,

when I first saw Lady Horbury,

she was accompanied by her maid.

- Fetch my cigarettes, will you?

- Yes, Lady Horbury.

- On the plane when she called out for the nail file,

itwas brought to her by this same maid,

a lady that we later came to know

as Anne Giselle.

- I've come lo claim my inheritance.

- This is all very ingenious,

but I'm afraid Monsieur Poirot doesn'l really mean it.

He keeps deliberately changing his story.

First, poor Jane killed Giselle.

And now her daughter did.

- No, no, no, Monsieur Gale,

the daughter did not kill the mother.

The maid of Lady Horbury,

she left the first-class cabin at the start of the flight,

and we know that Madame Giselle

did not die unlil shortly before we landed.

- Then how...did she die?

-Hmm.

You will recall, Monsieur Gale,

that I asked you to disguise yourself

as a reporter lo go lo see Lady Horbury.

- We'd really like to do a piece on you for our series...

- What, he was—

- I apologize for the deceit, madame.

But you know, at first, the disguise of Monsieur Gale,

it was hopelessly unconvincing, huh?

Bu! why'?

Why was the disguise o1 Monsieur Gale

so unconvincing?

There are two reasons for this.

First, lo make me believe that ilwould be impossible

for him to impersonate the mysterious American;

and secondly,

and most important of all,

to ensure that I would never learn the truth

about how this murder was committed.

[dramatic music]

J'J'

You see,

in the list of the personal belongings

of Monsieur Gale,

I had already noticed

that he was traveling with his dentists coat

During the flight, when coffee had been served

and the air stewards were in another part of the plane,

Monsieur Gale makes the visit to the toilettes.

He changes into his dentist's coat

and alters his appearance

with the help of some cotton wool

which he had brought for the purpose.

He picks up a spoon,

which gives him the task of a steward to carry out,

and hurries down the corridor of the plane.

He then pushes the poison thorn

inlo the neck of Madame Marie Giselle.

On his way back, while lwas asleep,

he put the wooden tube into the seat in front of mine.

He then returned to the toi/ettes

and removed his disguise.

- Very good.

Very good, Monsieur Poirot.

You have thrown the real murderer

completely off his guard.

Now...

[sighs]

Could we have the real solution, please'?

- I think you will find, Monsieur Gale,

that the truth of how this crime began

is even more intriguing.

Anne Giselle hated her mother

for abandoning her when she was a baby.

She was brought up in Canada

and came lo England to work as a maid.

By coincidence,

she came into the employment of Lady Hcrbury

and began to move into the high society.

Despite your humble profession, Monsieur Gale,

you aspired yourself to this society.

And no doubt, it was on one such occasion

that you met the maid of Lady Horbury.

Your...re|ationship?

It developed,

unlil one day, this same maid told lo you her secret

She pointed out to you her mother

and told you of the power she had over Lady Horbury.

Of course, after 23 years,

Madame Giselle did not recognize her daughter,

And luckily for you,

her daughter hated her mother so much

that she willingly agreed lo your plan...

to murder her in such a way

that Lady Horbury would be blamed.

- He planned all that'?

I could've—

I mean, the police very nearly-

- With Madame Giselle dead, it was essential

that Monsieur Gale should now be married to the daughter.

Anne would claim her inheritance,

but in the event of her death,

her husband would receive the wealth of Madame Giselle.

But then Monsieur Gale learned that I had met Anne

in the office of Inspector Fournier.

- He ordered a taxi for the Gare du Nord.

- He was terrified that I might discover

that also she was the maid.

[suspenseful music]

J'J'

[train whistle shrieking]

J'J'

- Madame?

- The poorwomafls death was suicide.

You told me.

- No, no, no, no, no, Monsieur Gale.

You see, you left yourfingerprints

on the poison bottle.

- Now, that's absolutely ridiculous because I wore-

- You wore the gloves when you committed the murder'?

Indeed.

Thank you.

- You better come along with me, sir.

. Wmfl

Why did you do it, Norman?

- For the money, Jane.

Fora very great deal of money.

Why else?

[somber piano music]

J'J'

- I thought...

I don't know.

- You liked Monsieur Gale?

- Yes.

- And you thought that he liked you?

But you are wrong, mademoiselle.

- Obviously.

- N0, no, H0, I10, HO, no, no.

He did not like you.

He loved you.

It is true.

Isee il in the eyes.

J'J'

- I was gelling a bit worried there, Poirot,

in case you'd done it after all,

in your sleep perhaps.

- Very droll, Chief Inspector.

- One thing I don't understand, though.

What put you on to Norman Gale in the first place?

- In the first place? Etbien.

In the first place, I looked for the home of the wasp.

And in the belongings o1 Monsieur Gale,

there was a matchbox,

an empty matchbox.

Parfait

- So where are you taking me, Poirot?

A little farewell lunch I hope.

Nice little restaurant you've just discovered?

I'm getting quite keen on this French food, you know.

- Not exactly, Chief Inspector.

Food for the soul, mon ami.

[peaceful orchestral music]

J'J'

[mysterious jazz music]

J'J'