descending the stairs, and looked up to see a very handsome young woman coming towards me. She wore a flame-coloured jumper, that set off the slender boyishness of her figure. On her dark head was a little hat of flame-coloured leather. Even the present tragedy could not dim the vitality of her personality.
I introduced myself, and she nodded in quick comprehension.
"Of course I have often heard of you and your colleague, Monsieur Poirot. You have done some wonderful things together, haven't you? It was very clever of my husband to get you so promptly. Now will you ask me questions? That is the easiest way, isn't it, of getting to know all you want to about this dreadful affair?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Havering. Now what time was it that this man arrived?"
"It must have been just before nine o'clock. We had finished dinner, and were sitting over our coffee and cigarettes."
"Your husband had already left for London?"
"Yes, he went up by the 6.15."
"Did he go by car to the station, or did he walk?"
