the disappearance of the bonds. His story agreed with that of Miss Farquhar in every particular. When he had finished, Poirot took up the thread with a question.
"What exactly led you to discover that the bonds had been stolen, Mr. Ridgeway?"
He laughed rather bitterly.
"The thing stared me in the face, Monsieur Poirot. I couldn't have missed it. My cabin trunk was half out from under the bunk and all scratched and cut about where they'd tried to force the lock."
"But I understood that it had been opened with a key?"
"That's so. They tried to force it, but couldn't. And, in the end, they must have got it unlocked somehow or other."
"Curious," said Poirot, his eyes beginning to flicker with the green light I knew so well. "Very curious! They waste much, much time trying to prise it open, and then—sapristi! they find that they have the key all the time—for each of Hubbs's locks are unique."
"That's just why they couldn't have had the key. It never left me day or night."
"You are sure of that?"
