"Have you had anything to eat this morning, Evie?" asked John.
"No."
"I thought not. Come along, breakfast's not cleared away yet, and they'll make you some fresh tea." He turned to me. "Look after her, Hastings, will you?Wells is waiting for me. Oh, here's Monsieur Poirot.He's helping us, you know, Evie."Miss Howard shook hands with Poirot, but glanced suspiciously over her shoulder at John."What do you mean—helping us?"