"As my colleague says," continued Lord Estair, "that affair is over and done with. Luckily, it failed. I wished I could say as much for the second attempt."
"There has been a second attempt, then?"
"Yes, though not of the same nature. Monsieur Poirot, the Prime Minister has disappeared."
"What?"
"He has been kidnapped!"
"Impossible!" I cried, stupefied.
Poirot threw a withering glance at me, which I knew enjoined me to keep my mouth shut.
"Unfortunately, impossible as it seems, it is only too true," continued his lordship.
Poirot looked at Mr. Dodge. "You said just now, monsieur, that time was everything. What did you mean by that?"
The two men exchanged glances, and then Lord Estair said:
"You have heard, Monsieur Poirot, of the approaching Allied Conference?"
My friend nodded.
"For obvious reasons, no details have been given of when and where it is to take place. But, although it has been kept out of the newspapers, the date is, of course, widely known in
