might have been would have been on Mr. Davenheim's side."
"Well, you can't deny that he lied about never having left the study?"
"No. But he may have been frightened. Remember, the missing man's clothes had just been discovered in the lake. Of course, as usual, he would have done better to speak the truth."
"And the fourth point?"
"I grant you that. If Kellett's story is true, Lowen is undeniably implicated. That is what makes the affair so very interesting."
"Then I did appreciate one vital fact?"
"Perhaps—but you have entirely overlooked the two most important points, the ones which undoubtedly hold the clue to the whole matter."
"And pray, what are they?"
"One, the passion which has grown upon Mr. Davenheim in the last few years for buying jewellery. Two, his trip to Buenos Ayres last autumn."
"Poirot, you are joking!"
"I am most serious. Ah, sacred thunder, but I hope Japp will not forget my little commission."
But the detective, entering into the spirit of the joke, had remembered it so well that a tele-
