Hugh Hamilton
"Quables aside, let's go," urged Hugh.
"Are you sure ‘qaubles’ was the right word there?"
Hugh decided not to respond and headed towards the hanger. Luckily, Ben followed.
"Are you authorised to be here?" asked a balding official.
"Indeed we are," said Ben with enormous confidence.
"Can I see some ID?"
Hugh and Ben carefully retrieved the two doctored ID cards from their pockets and handed them to the man.
"Hmm," he said. "All right, you can go through."
And go through they did.
"You can really work wonders with a biro," bragged Hugh.
"Yeah, yeah, good work," admitted Ben.
Eventually they found themselves in an enormous open space. A plane to their left was being worked on by various uniformed men. Sitting on his own near a big stack of suitcases was Poirot.
"Ah, good," said Hugh.
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