Battle nodded his head.
"That"s true enough. Incredibly stupid. The pitcher goes to the well time after time. Well, I think between us we"ve arrived fairly clearly at the truth. Anne Meredith was caught stealing. Anne Meredith changed a bottle from one shelf to another. We know that was murder but I"m d.a.m.ned if we could ever prove it.
Successful crime No. 2. Roberts gets away with it. Anne Meredith gets away with it. But what about Shaitana? Did Anne Meredith kill Shaitana?"
He remained silent for a moment or two, then he shook his head.
"It doesn"t work out right," he said reluctantly. "She"s not one to take a risk.
Change a couple of bottles, yes. She knew no one could fasten that on her. It was absolutely safe---because any one might have done it! Of course, it mightn"t have worked. Mrs. Benson might have noticed before she drank the stuff, or she mightn"t have died from it. It was what I call a hopeful kind of murder. It might work or it mightn"t. Actually, it did. But Shaitana was a very different pair of shoes.
That was deliberate, audacious, purposeful murder."
Poirot nodded his head.
"I agree with you. The two types of crime are not the same."
Battle rubbed his nose.
"So that seems to wipe her out as far as he"s concerned. Roberts and the girl, both crossed off our list. What about Despard? Any luck with the Luxmore woman?"
Poirot narrated his adventures of the preceding afternoon.
Battle grinned.
"I know that type. You can"t disentangle what they remember from what they invent."
Poirot went on. He described Despard"s visit, and the story the latte{ had
told.
"Believe him?" Battle asked abruptly.
"Yes, I do."
Battle sighed.
"So do I. Not the type to shoot a man because he wanted the man"s wife.
Anyway, what"s wrong with the divorce court? Every one flocks there. And he"s not a professional man; it wouldn"t ruin him, or anything like that. No, I"m of the opinion that our late lamented Mr. Shaitana struck a snag there. Murderer No. 3
wasn"t a murderer, after all."
He looked at Poirot.
"That leaves--?"
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"Mrs. Lorrimer," said Poirot.
The telephone rang. Poirot got up and answered it. He spoke a few words, waited, spoke again. Then he hung up the receiver and returned to Battle.
His face was very grave.
"That was Mrs. Lorrimer speaking," he said. "She wants me to come round and see her--now."
He and Battle looked at each other. The latter shook his head slowly. "Am I wrong?" he said. "Or were you expecting something of the kind?" "I wondered," said Hercule Poirot. "That was all. I wondered."
"You"d better get along," said Battle. "Perhaps you"ll manage to get at the truth at last."
CHAPTER 25
Mrs. Lorrimer Speaks
The day was not a bright one, and Mrs. Lorrimer"s room seemed rather dark and cheerless. She herself had a grey look, and seemed much older than she had done on the occasion of Poirot"s last visit.
She greeted him with her usual smiling a.s.surance.
"It is very nice of you to come so promptly, M. Poirot. You are a busy man, I know."
"At your service, madame," said Poirot with a little bow.
Mrs. Lorrimer pressed the bell by the fireplace. "We will have tea brought in. I don"t know what you feel about it, but I always think it"s a mistake to rush straight into confidences without any decent paving of the way."
"There are to be confidences, then, madame?"
Mrs. Lorrimer did not answer, for at that moment her maid answered the bell. When she had received the order and gone again, Mrs. Lorrimer said dryly: "You said, if you remember, when you were last here, that you would come if I sent for you. You had an idea, I think, of the reason that should prompt me to send."
There was no more just then. Tea was brought. Mrs. Lorrimer dispensed it, talking intelligently on various topics of the day.
Taking advantage of a pause, Poirot remarked: "I hear you and little Mademoiselle Meredith had tea together the other day."
"We did. You have seen her lately?"
"This very afternoon."
"She is in London, then, or have you been down to Wallingford?"
"No. She and her friend were so amiable as to pay me a visit."
"Ah, the friend. I have not met her."
Poirot said, smiling /little: "This murder--it has made for a rapprochement. You and Mademoiselle Meredith have tea together. Major Despard, he, too, cultivates Miss Meredith"s acquaintance. The Dr. Roberts, he is perhaps the only one out of it."
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"I saw him out at bridge the other day;" said Mrs. Lorrimer. "He seemed quite his usual cheerful self."
"As fond of bridge as ever?"
"Yes--still making the most outrageous bids--and very often getting away with it."
She was silent for a moment or two, then said: "Have you seen Superintendent Battle lately?"
"Also this afternoon. He was with me when you telephoned."
Shading her face from the fire with one hand, Mrs. Lorrimer asked: "How is he getting on?"
Poirot said gravely: "He is not very rapid, the good Battle. He gets there slowly, but he does get there in the end, madame."
"I wonder." Her lips curved in a faintly ironical smile.
She went on: "He has paid me quite a lot of attention. He has delved, I think, into my past history right back to my girlhood. He has interviewed my friends, and chatted to my servants---the ones I have now and the ones who have been with me in former years. What he hoped to find I do not know, but he certainly did not find it. He might as well have accepted what I told him. It was the truth. I knew Mr. Shaitana very slightly. I met him at Luxor, as I said, and our acquaintanceship was never more than an acquaintanceship. Superintendent Battle will not be able to get away from these facts."
"Perhaps not," said Poirot. "And you, M. Poirot? Have not you made any inquiries?"
"About you, madame?" "That is what I meant."
Slowly the little man shook his head.
"It would have been of no avail."
"Just exactly what do you mean by that, M. Poirot?"
"I will be quite frank, madame, I have realised from the beginning that, of the four persons in Mr. Shaitana"s room that night, the one with the best brains, with the coolest, most logical head, was you, madame. If I had to lay money on the chance of one of those four planning a murder and getting away with it successfully, it is on you that I should place my money."
Mrs. Lorrimer"s brows rose.
"Am I expected to feel flattered?" she asked dryly.
Poirot went on, without paying any attention to her interrupton.
"For a crime to be successful, it is usually necessary to think every detail of it out beforehand. All possible contingencies must be taken into account. The timing must be accurate. The placing must be scrupulously correct. Dr. Roberts might bungle a crime through haste and over-confidence; Major Despard would probably be too prudent to commit one; Miss Meredith might lose her head and give herself away. You, madame, would do none of these things. You would be clearheaded and cool, you are sufficiently resolute of character, and could be sufficiently obsessed with an idea to the extent of overruling prudence, you are not the kind of woman to lose her head."
Mrs. Lorrimer sat silent for a minute or two, a curious smile playing round her lips. At last she said: "So that is what you think of me, M. Poirot. That I am the kind of woman to commit an ideal murder."