(https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIP.ZZAlCdA3L63JjC6DruopIgHaJ3?pid=Api&rs=1) Chief Inspector Japp observed Dr. Brockman with English stoicism as the latter spoke.  Once the doctor finished speaking, Japp wrote some notes down in his lined notepad.  He then capped his fountain pen and placed his notepad in his breast pocket.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your cooperation," Inspector Japp half-muttered.<br/><br/>But he regretted having put the notebook away so soon.  Marta informed him that she, and the lovely olive-skinned woman beside her, had come from the European continent.  He was just going to ask another question, but Hercule Poirot lifted a gloved little hand up.  Inspector Japp rolled his eyes.<br/><br/>"The Victory Ball case...?" Poirot asked.  "Ah, mais oui.  The affair at Victory Ball was one of my earliest cases here, mademoiselle.  Do you remember it, Chief Inspector?"<br/><br/>"Who could forget it?" the Chief Inspector replied.  "That's the one where that fellow murdered Lord Cromshaw and then his mistress, that famous actress..."<br/><br/>"Coco Courtenay," Poirot said, finishing Japp's sentence.<br/><br/>"Quite right, Poirot," the Chief Inspector said.  "Coco Courtenay.  A deuce of a case."<br/><br/>"A... deuce...?" Poirot asked.  "Mon diu, Chief Inspector, but it was not so much as that."  Then, turning to Marta, Poirot said:  "The honor in meeting you is mine."  Poirot then turned to face the lieutenant and he shook hands with him.  "Richard Walker?" Poirot asked, more to himself.  His grimaced, and for a long time, stood there motionless and said nothing.<br/><br/>When Father Prescott asked the Chief Inspector whether he needed anyone to give the deceased their last rites, the Chief Inspector was a bit surprised.  "Perform the last rites?" Chief Inspector asked.  "What do you mean?  And how is it that you," here he pointed at Brockman, "came from the colonies, and you," he pointed at Marta and Syssiah, "came from the continent?  What brings you all here?" he asked.<br/><br/>"They are here to attend the Challenger Lecture," Poirot said.<br/><br/>"But the Challenger Lecture has been cancelled," Chief Inspector Japp said.<br/><br/>"Oui, it has," Poirot said.  Then, to Lt. Walker, Poirot said: "Lefftenant Walker, I am sorry to inform you that your uncle's apartment has burnt to the ground.  Your uncle was inside when the fire started.  He is alive, but barely."  He then turned to look at Father Prescott.  "Your services are unnecessary.  The men who lie dead are not men at all.  They were... abominations."<br/><br/>"I hardly think it's time to speak ill of the dead," the Chief Inspector said.<br/><br/>Before Poirot could reply, a police officer re-entered the room in a rush.<br/><br/>"We found another one!" he cried.<br/><br/>"And?" the Chief Inspector asked.<br/><br/>"He looks exactly like the other two," the officer said.  "A large man, middle-eastern just like the other one, with black hair and a thick mustache, a mole on his right cheek, and a scar across his chin."<br/><br/><strong>SYSSYAH</strong>, a compelling feeling inside of you cries out.  You are certain that this officer is speaking of none other than your father.