Monsieur Papopolous。
〃Not at all； not at all。 I have just succeeded in laying the Marquis by the heels。〃
A far…away look came over Monsieur Papopolous' noble countenance。
〃The Marquis？〃 he murmured； 〃now why does that seem familiar to me？ No … I cannot recall it。〃
〃You would not； I am sure；〃 said Poirot。 〃I refer to a very notable criminal and jewel robber。 He has just been arrested for the murder of the English lady； Madame Kettering。〃
〃Indeed？ How interesting these things are！〃
A polite exchange of farewells followed； and when Poirot was out of earshot。 Monsieur Papopolous turned to his daughter。
〃Zia；〃 he said； with feeling； 〃that man is the devil！〃
〃I like him。〃
〃I like him myself；〃 admitted Monsieur Papopolous。 〃But he is the devil； all the same。〃
Chapter 36
BY THE SEA
The mimosa was nearly over。 The scent of it in the air was faintly unpleasant。 There were pink geraniums twining along the balustrade of Lady Tamplin's villa； and masses of carnations below sent up a sweet； heavy perfume。 The Mediterranean was at its bluest。 Poirot sat on the terrace with Lenox Tamplin。 He had just finished telling her the same story he had told to Van Aldin two days before。 Lenox had listened to him with absorbed attention； her brows knitted and her eyes sombre。
When he had finished she said simply： 〃And Derek？〃
〃He was released yesterday。〃
〃And he has gone … where？〃
〃He left N