Auden darted a pointed glance at Ira. "Well, maybe if you stop looking at the floor, you can be a Hercule Poirot sort of detective, then," she suggested. Had they been sitting at a table, Ira would have surreptitiously kicked her. Mr Jarvis would probably think that Auden had decided to become agreeable, but Ira knew what she was really saying: that he was short and fat. If he argued with her, Mr Jarvis would think he was being childish and stubborn, so of course he could say nothing.
"I haven't read about Hercule Poirot," he said finally, instead, "Maybe there are books about him in Dad's study. I can have a look when we get home." A thought struck him, "I solved a mystery once, you know, he told Vincente.