The Big Four
“Poirot and I were sitting in two chairs well drawn up to the fire. I was aware of my friend looking at me with a quizzical smile, the meaning of which I could not fathom.
“A penny for your thoughts,” I said lightly.
“I was thinking, my friend, that at midsummer, when you first arrived, you told me that you proposed to be in this country for a couple of months only.”
“Did I say that?” I asked, rather awkwardly. “I don’t remember.”
Poirot’s smile broadened.
“You did, mon ami. Since then, you have changed your plan, is it not so?”
“Er—yes, I have.”
“And why is that?”
“Dash it all, Poirot, you don’t think I’m going to leave you all alone when you’re up against a thing like the ‘Big Four,’ do you?”
Poirot nodded gently.
“Just as I thought. You are a staunch friend, Hastings. It is to serve me that you remain on here. And your wife—little Cinderella as you call her, what does she say?”
“I haven’t gone into details, of course, but she understands.
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