We must hurry back. Ah, that sounds like Japp and his friends arriving."
A mighty tattoo sounded on the knocker.
"How did you know this address?" I asked as I followed Poirot out into the hall. "Oh, of course, you had the first Mrs. Robinson followed when she left the other flat."
"A la bonne heure, Hastings. You use your grey cells at last. Now for a little surprise for Japp."
Softly unbolting the door, he stuck the cat's head round the edge and ejaculated a piercing "Miaow."
The Scotland Yard inspector, who was standing outside with another man, jumped in spite of himself.
"Oh, it's only Monsieur Poirot at one of his little jokes!" he exclaimed, as Poirot's head followed that of the cat. "Let us in, moosior."
"You have our friends safe and sound?"
"Yes, we've got the birds all right. But they hadn't got the goods with them."
"I see. So you come to search. Well, I am about to depart with Hastings, but I should like to give you a little lecture upon the history and habits of the domestic cat."
