Poirot, rather maliciously, I thought, a.s.signed me the outside place as "I had the mania for the fresh air" and himself occupied the seat next to our fair neighbour. Presently, however, he made amends. The man in seat 6 was a noisy fellow, inclined to be facetious and boisterous, and Poirot asked the girl in a low voice if she would like to change seats with him. She agreed gratefully, and, the change having been effected, she entered into conversation with us and we were soon all three chattering together merrily.
She was evidently quite young, not more than nineteen, and as ingenuous as a child. She soon confided to us the reason for her trip. She was going, it seemed, on business for her aunt who kept a most interesting antique shop in Ebermouth.
This aunt had been left in very reduced circ.u.mstances on the death of her father and had used her small capital and a houseful of beautiful things which her father had left to start in business.
She had been extremely successful and had made quite a name for herself in the trade. This girl, Mary Durrant, had come to be with her aunt and learn the business and was very excited about it much preferring it to the other alternative - becoming a nursery governess or companion.
Poirot nodded interest and approval to all this.
"Mademoiselle will be successful, I am sure," he said gallantly.
"But I will give her a little word of advice. Do not be too trusting, mademoiselle. Everywhere in the world there are rogues and vagabonds, even it may be on this very coach of ours. One should lways be on the guard, suspiciousl" She stared at him open-mouthed, and he nodded sapiently.
"But yes, it is as I say. Who knows? Even I who speak to you may be a malefactor of the worst description." And he twinkled more than ever at her surprised face.
We stopped for lunch at Monkhampton, and, after a few words with the waiter, Poirot managed to secure us a small table for three close by the window. Outside, in a big courtyard, about twenty char--bancs were parked - char--bancs which had come from all over the county. The hotel dining-room was full, and the noise was rather considerable.
"One can have altogether too much of the holiday spirit," I said with a grimace.
Mary Durrant agreed. "Ebermouth is quite spoiled in the summers nowadays. My aunt says it used to be quite different.
Now one can hardly get along the pavements for the crowd." "But it is good for business, mademoiselle." "Not for ours particularly. We sell only rare and valuable things.
We do not go in for cheap bric-h-brac. My aunt has clients all over England. If they want a particular period table or chair, or a certain piece of china, they write to her, and, sooner or later, she gets it for them. That is what has happened in this case." We looked interested and she went on to explain. A certain American gentleman, Mr J. Baker Wood, was a connoisseur and collector of miniatures. A very valuable set of miniatures had recently come into the market, and Miss Elizabeth Penn - Mary"s aunt - had purchased them. She had written to Mr Wood describing the miniatures and naming a price. He had replied at once, saying that he was prepared to purchase if the miniatures were as represented and asking that someone should be sent with them for him to see where he was staying at Charlock Bay. Miss Durrant had accordingly been despatched, acting as representative for the firm.
"They"re lovely things, of course," she said. "But I can"t imagine anyone paying all that money for them. Five hundred poundsl Just think of it! They"re by Cosway. Is it Cosway I mean? I get so mixed up in these things." Poirot smiled. "You are not yet experienced, eh, mademoiselle?"
"I"ve had no training," said Mary ruefully. "We weren"t brought up to know about old things. It"s a lot to learn."
She sighed. Then suddenly, I saw her eyes widen in surprise.
She was sitting facing the window, and her glance now was directed out of that window, into the courtyard. With a hurried word, she rose from her seat and almost ran out of the room. She returned in a few moments, breathless and apologetic.
"I"m so sorry rushing off like that. But I thought I saw a man taking my suitcase out of the coach. I went flying after him, and it turned out to be his own. It"s one almost exactly like mine. I felt like such a fool. It looked as though I were accusing him of stealing it."
She laughed at the idea.
Poirot, however, did not laugh. "What man was it, mademoiselle?
Describe him to me."
"He had on a brown suit. A thin weedy young man with a very indeterminate moustache."
"Aha," said Poirot. "Our friend of yesterday, Hastings. You know this young man, mademoiselle. You have seen him before?" "No, never. Why?"
"Nothing. It is rather curious - that is all."
He relapsed into silence and took no further part in the con-versation until something Mary Durrant said caught his atten-tion.
"Eh, mademoiselle, what is that you say?"
"I said that on my return journey I should have to be careful of "malefactors", as you call them. I believe Mr Wood always pays for things in cash. If I have five hundred pounds in notes on me, I shall be worth some malefactor"s attention."
She laughed but again Poirot did not respond. Instead, he asked her what hotel she proposed to stay at in Charlock Bay.
"The Anchor Hotel. It is small and not expensive, but quite good."
"So!" said Poirot. "The Anchor Hotel. Precisely where Hastings here has made up his mind to stay. How oddl"
He twinkled at me.
"You are staying long in Charlock Bay?" asked Mary.
"One night only. I have business there. You could not guess, I am sure, what my profession is, mademoiselle?" I saw Mary consider several possibilities and reject them probably from a feeling of caution. At last, she hazarded the suggestion that Poirot was a conjurer. He was vastly entertained.
"Ahl But it is an idea thatl You think I take the rabbits out of the hat? No, mademoiselle. Me, I am the opposite of a conjurer.
The conjurer, he makes things disappear. Me, I make things that have disappeared, reappear." He leaned forward dramatically so aa to give the words full effect. "It is a secret, mademoiselle, but I will tell you, I am a detectivel" He leaned back in his chair pleased with the effect he had created. Mary Durrant stared at him spellbound. But any further conversation was barred for the braying of various horns outside announced that the road monsters were ready to proceed.
As Poirot and I went out together I commented on the charm of our luncheon companion. Poirot agreed.
"Yes, she is charming. But, also rather silly?" "Silly?" "Do not be outraged. A girl may be beautiful and have auburn hair and yet be silly. It is the height of foolishness to take two strangers into her confidence as she has done." "Well, she could see we were all right." "That is imbecile, what you say, my friend. Anyone who knows his job - naturally he will appear "all right". That little one she talked of being careful when she would have five hundred pounds in money with her. But she has five hundred pounds with her now." "In miniatures." "Exactly. In miniatures. And between one and the other, there is no great difference, mon ami." "But no one knows about them except us." "And the waiter and the people at the next table. And, doubtless, everal people in Ebermouthl Mademoiselle Durrant, she is charming, but, if I were Miss Elizabeth Penn, I would first of all instruct my new a.s.sistant in the common sense." He paused and then said in a different voice: "You know, my friend, it would be the easiest thing in the world to remove a suitcase from one of those char-h-bancs while we were all at luncheon."
"Oh, come, Poirot, somebody will be sure to see."
"And what would they see? Somebody removing his luggage.
It would be done in an open and aboveboard manner, and it would be n.o.body"s business to interfere."
"Do you mean - Poirot, are you hinting - But that fellow in the brown suit - it was his own suitcase?"
Poirot frowned. "So it seems. All the same, it is curious, Hastings, that he should have not removed his suitcase before, when the car first arrived. He has not lunched here, you notice."
"If Miss Durrant hadn"t been sitting opposite the window, she wouldn"t have seen him," I said slowly.
"And since it was his own suitcase, that would not have mattered," said Poirot. "So let us dismiss it from our thoughts, mon ami."
Nevertheless, when we had resumed our places and were speeding along once more, he took the opportunity of giving Mary Durrant a further lecture on the dangers of indiscretion which she received meekly enough but with the air of thinking it all rather a joke.
We arrived at Charlock Bay at four o"clock and were fortunate enough to be able to get rooms at the Anchor Hotel - a charming old-world inn in one of the side streets.
Poirot had just unpacked a few necessaries and was applying a little cosmetic to his moustache preparatory to going out to call upon Joseph Aarons when there came a frenzied knocking at the door. I called "Come in," and, to my utter amazement, Mary I)urrant appeared, her face white and large tears standing in her "I do beg your pardon - but - but the most awful thing has happened. And you did say you were a detective?" This to Poirot.
"What has happened, mademoiselle?"
"I opened my suitcase. The miniatures were in a crocodile despatch case - locked, of course. Now, lookl"
She held out a small square crocodile-covered case. The lid hung loose. Poirot took it from her. The case had been forced; great strength must have been used. The marks were plain enough. Poirot examined it and nodded.
"The miniatures?" he asked, though we both knew the answer well enough.
"Gone. They"ve been stolen. Oh, what shall I do?"
"Don"t worry," I said. "My friend is Hercule Poirot. You must have heard of him. He"ll get them back for you if anyone can." "Monsieur Poirot. The great Monsieur Poirot."
Poirot was vain enough to be pleased at the obvious reverence in her voice. "Yes, my child," he said. "It is I, myself. And you can leave your little affair in my hands. I will do all that can be done.
But I fear - I much fear - that it will be too late. Tell me, was the lock of your suitcase forced also?" She shook her head.
"Let me see it, please."
We went together to her room, and Poirot examined the suitcase closely. It had obviously been opened with a key.
"Which is simple enough. These suitcase locks are all much of the same pattern. Eh bien, we must ring up the police and we must also get in touch with Mr Baker Wood as soon as possible. I will attend to that myself."
I went with him and asked what he meant by saying it might be too late. "Mon chef, I said today that I was the opposite of the conjurer - that I make the disappearing things reappear - but suppose someone has been beforehand with me. You do not understand? You will in a minute."
He disappeared into the telephone box. He came out five minutes later looking very grave. "It is as I feared. A lady called upon Mr Wood with the miniatures half an hour ago. She repre-sented herself as coming from Miss Elizabeth Penn. He was delighted with the miniatures and paid for them forthwith." "Half an hour ago - before we arrived here."
Poirot smiled rather enigmatically. "The Speedy cars are quite speedy, but a fast motor from, say, Monkhampton would get here a good hour ahead of them at least."
"And what do we do now?"
"The good Hastings - always practical. We inform the police, do all we can for Miss Durrant, and - yes, I think decidedly, we have an interview with Mr J. Baker Wood."
We carried out this programme. Poor Mary Durrant was terribly upset, fearing her aunt would blame her.
"Which she probably will," observed Poirot, as we set out for the Seaside Hotel where Mr Wood was staying. "And with perfect justice. The idea of leaving five hundred pounds" worth of valuables in a suitcase and going to lunch! All the same, mort ami, there are one or two curious points about the case. That despatch box, for instance, why was it forced?"
"To get out the miniatures."
"But was not that a foolishness? Say our thief is tampering with the luggage at lunch-time under the pretext of getting out his own. Surely it is much simpler to open the suitcase, transfer the despatch case unopened to his own suitcase, and get away, than to waste the time forcing the lock?"
"He had to make sure the miniatures were inside."
Poirot did not look convinced, but, as we were just being shown into Mr Wood"s suite, we had no time for more discussion.
I took an immediate dislike to Mr Baker Wood.
He was a large vulgar man, very much overdressed and wearing a diamond solitaire ring. He was bl.u.s.tering and noisy.
Of course, he"d not suspected anything amiss. Why should he?
The woman said she had the miniatures all right. Very fine specimens, too! Had he the numbers of the notes? No, he hadn"t.
And who was Mr - er - Poirot, anyway, to come asking him all these questions?
"I will not ask you anything more, monsieur, except for one thing. A description of the woman who called upon you. Was she young and pretty?"
"No, sir, she was not. Most emphatically not. A tall woman, middle-aged, grey hair, blotchy complexion and a budding moustache. A siren? Not on your life."
"Poirot," I cried, as we took our departure. "A moustache. Did you hear?"
"I have the use of my ears, thank you, Hastings."
"But what a very unpleasant man."
"He has not the charming manner, no."
"Well, we ought to get the thief all right," I remarked. "We can identify him."
"You are of such a naive simplicity, Hastings. Do you not know that there is such a thing as an alibi?"
"You think he will have an alibi?"
Poirot replied unexpectedly: "I sincerely hope so."
"The trouble with you is," I said, "that you like a thing to be difficult."
"Quite right, mon ami. I do not like - how do you say it - the bird who sits?
Poirot"s prophecy was fully justified. Our travelling companion in the brown suit turned out to be a Mr Norton Kane. He had gone straight to the George Hotel at Monkhampton and had been there during the afternoon. The only evidence against him was that of Miss Durrant who declared that she had seen him getting out his luggage from the car while we were at lunch.
"Which in itself is not a suspicious act," said Poirot meditat-ively.
After that remark, he lapsed into silence and refused to discuss the matter any further, saying when I pressed him, that he was thinking of moustaches in general, and that I should be well advised to do the same.
I discovered, however, that he had asked Joseph Aarons - with whom he spent the evening - to give him every detail possible about Mr Baker Wood. As both men were staying at the same hotel, there was a chance of gleaning some stray crumbs of information. Whatever Poirot learned, he kept to himself, however.
Mary Durrant, after various interviews with the police, had returned to Ebermouth by an early morning train. We lunched with Joseph Aarons, and, after lunch, Poirot announced to me that he had settled the theatrical agent"s problem satisfactorily, and that we could return to Ebermouth as soon as we liked. "But not by road, mon ami; we go by rail this time."
"Are you afraid of having your pocket picked, or of meeting another damsel in distress?"
"Both those affairs, Hastings, might happen to me on the train.
No, I am in haste to be back in Ebermouth, because I want to proceed with our case."
"Our case?"
"But, yes, my friend. Mademoiselle Durrant appealed to me to help her. Because the matter is now in the hands of the police, it does not follow that I am free to wash my hands of it. I came here to oblige an old friend, but it shall never be said of Hercule Poirot that he deserted a stranger in need? And he drew himself up grandiloquently.
"I think you were interested before that," I said shrewdly. "In the office of cars, when you first caught sight of that young man, though what drew your attention to him I don"t know."
"Don"t you, Hastings? You should. Well, well, that must remain my little secret."
We had a short conversation with the police inspector in charge of the case before leaving. He had interviewed Mr Norton Kane, and told Poirot in confidence that the young man"s manner had not impressed him favourably. He had bl.u.s.tered, denied, and contradicted himself.
"But just how the trick was done, I don"t know," he confessed.