Christie's Death in the Clouds, A Hercule Poirot Mystery-
"Pardon," said the little man. "There is something -" "Something?"
"Mais oui, something that has been overlooked."
With the tip of a pointed patent-leather shoe, he made his meaning clear. The steward and Doctor Bryant followed the action with their eyes. They caught the glint of orange and black on the floor, half concealed by the edge of the black skirt.
"Another wasp?" said the doctor, surprised.
Hercule Poirot went down on his knees. He took a small pair of tweezers from his pocket and used them delicately. He stood up with his prize.
"Yes," he said, "it is very like a wasp, but it is not a wasp."