Death in the Clouds (Hercule Poirot 12)

‘It is possible, yes,’ agreed Poirot. ‘But I do not think so. The price tickets were of the same shape and there are one or two points of interest about the story and about M. Zeropoulos’s remarks. And now, my friend, having been upon one wild-goose chase, indulge me and come upon another.’

‘Where to?’

‘To the Boulevard des Capucines.’

‘Let me see, that is—?’

‘The office of Universal Airlines.’

‘Of course. But we have already made perfunctory inquiries there. They could tell us nothing of interest.’

Poirot tapped him kindly on the shoulder.

‘Ah, but, you see, an answer depends on the questions. You did not know what questions to ask.’

‘And you do?’

‘Well, I have a certain little idea.’

He would say no more, and in due course they arrived at the Boulevard des Capucines.

The office of Universal Airlines was quite small. A smart-looking dark man was behind a highly-polished wooden counter and a boy of about fifteen was sitting at a typewriter.

Fournier produced his credentials and the man, whose name was Jules Perrot, declared himself to be entirely at their service.

At Poirot’s suggestion, the typewriting boy was dispatched to the farthest corner.

‘It is very confidential what we have to say,’ he explained.

Jules Perrot looked pleasantly excited.

‘Yes, Messieurs?’

‘It is this matter of the murder of Madame Giselle.’

‘Ah, yes, I recollect. I think I have already answered some questions on the subject.’

‘Precisely, precisely. But it is necessary to have the facts very exactly. Now Madame Giselle received her place—when?’

‘I think that point has already been settled. She booked her seat by telephone on the 17th.’

‘That was for the 12 o’clock service on the following day?’

‘Yes, Monsieur.’

‘But I understand from her maid that it was on the 8.45 am service that Madame reserved a seat.’

‘No, no—at least this is what happened. Madame’s maid asked for the 8.45 service, but that service was already booked up, so we gave her a seat on the 12 o’clock instead.’

‘Ah, I see. I see.’

‘Yes, Monsieur.’

‘I see—I see—but all the same it is curious—decidedly it is curious.’

The clerk looked at him inquiringly.

‘It is only that a friend of mine decided to go to England at a moment’s notice, went to England on the 8.45 service that morning, and the plane was half empty.’