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said Poirot. “I find it interesting. So you will go 'a la recherche des éléphants'?”
    “That's right. I'd have to get the date right.”
    “There,” said Poirot, “I hope I may be able to help you.”
    “And then I'll think of people I knew about at that time, people that I may have known who also knew the same friends that I did, who probably knew General What-not. People who may have known them abroad, but whom I also knew although I mayn't have seen them for a good many years. You can look up people, you know, that you haven't seen for a long time. Because people are always quite pleased to see someone coming up out of the past, even if they can't remember very much about you. And then you naturally will talk about the things that were happening at that date, that you remember about.”
    “Very interesting,” said Poirot. “I think you are very well equipped for what you propose to do. People who knew the Ravenscrofts either well or not very well; people who lived in the same part of the world where the thing happened or who might have been staying there. More difficult, but I think one could get at it. And so, somehow or other one would try different things. Start a little talk going about what happened, what they think happened, what anyone else has ever told you about what might have happened. About any love affairs the husband or wife had, about any money that somebody might have inherited. I think you could scratch up a lot of things.”
    “Oh, dear,” said Mrs. Oliver, “I'm afraid really I'm just a nosey-parker.”
    “You've been given an assignment,” said Poirot, “not by someone you like, not by someone you wish to oblige, but someone you entirely dislike. That does not matter. You are still on a quest - a quest of knowledge. You take your own path. It is the path of the elephants. The elephants may remember. Bon voyage,” said Poirot.
    “I beg your pardon,” said Mrs. Oliver.
    “I'm sending you forth on your voyage of discovery,” said Poirot. “A la recherche des éléphants.”
    “I expect I'm mad,” said Mrs. Oliver sadly. She brushed her hands through her hair again so that she looked like the old picture books of Struwelpeter. “I was just thinking of starting a story about a golden retriever. But it wasn't going well. I couldn't get started, if you know what I mean.”
    “All right, abandon the golden retriever. Concern yourself only with elephants.”

Elephants Can Remember

Book I - ELEPHANTS

Elephants Can Remember

Chapter 3
    GREAT-AUNT ALICE'S GUIDE TO KNOWLEDGE
    “Can you find my address book for me, Miss Livingstone?”
    “It's on your desk, Mrs. Oliver. In the left-hand corner.”
    “I don't mean that one,” said Mrs. Oliver. “That's the one I'm using now. I mean my last one. The one I had last year, or perhaps the one before that again.”
    “Has it been thrown away, perhaps?” suggested Miss Livingstone.
    “No, I don't throw away address books and things like that because so often you want one. I mean some address that you haven't copied into the new one. I expect it may be in one of the drawers of the tallboys.”
    Miss Livingstone was a fairly new arrival, replacing Miss Sedgwick. Ariadne Oliver missed Miss Sedgwick. Sedgwick knew so many things. She knew the places where Mrs. Oliver sometimes put things, the kind of places Mrs. Oliver kept things in. She remembered the names of people Mrs. Oliver had written nice letters to, and the names of people that Mrs. Oliver, goaded beyond endurance, had written rather rude things to. She was invaluable, or rather, had been invaluable. She was like - what was the book called?
    Mrs. Oliver said, casting her mind back, “Oh, yes, I know - a big brown book. All Victorians had it. 'Enquire Within upon Everything.' And you could, too! How to take iron mark stains off linen, how to deal with curdled mayonnaise, how to start a chatty letter to a bishop. Many, many things. It was all there in 'Enquire Within upon