Hard to get any one to listen nowadays.

Quite enjoyed myself that afternoon." She c.o.c.ked a shrewd eye at me.

"What"s it all about, eh? What"s it all about?" I I was hesitating what exactly to reply when Poirot joined us. He bowed with empress.e.m.e.nt to Miss Peabody.

"Good-morning, mademoiselle. Enchanted to encounter you." "Good-mornin"," said Miss Peabody.

"What are you this morning, Parotti or Poirot--eh?" "It was very clever of you to pierce my disguise so rapidly," said Poirot, smiling.



"Wasn"t much disguise to pierce! Not many like you about, are there? Don"t know if that"s a good thing or a bad one. Difficult to say." "I prefer, mademoiselle, to be unique." "You"ve got your wish, I should say," said Miss Peabody drily. "Now then, Mr. Poirot, I gave you all the gossip you wanted the other day. Now it"s my turn to ask questions.

What"s it all about? Eh? What"s it all about?" "Are you not asking a question to which you already know the answer?" < is="" that="" it?"="" poirot="" did="" not="">

Miss Peabody nodded her head slowly and thoughtfully as though she had received a reply.

"Often wondered," she said inconsequently, "what it would feel like....Readin" the papers you know--wondered if any one would ever be dug up in Market Basing....

Didn"t think it would be Emily Arundell...." She gave him a sudden, piercing look.

"She wouldn"t have liked it, you know. I suppose you"ve thought of that--hey?" "Yes, I have thought of it." "I suppose you would do--you"re not a fool! Don"t think you"re particularly officious either." Poirot bowed.

"Thank you, mademoiselle." "And that"s more than most people would say--looking at your moustache. Why d"you have a moustache like that? D"you like it?" I turned away convulsed with laughter.

"In England the cult of the moustache is lamentably neglected," said Poirot. His hand surrept.i.tiously caressed the hirsute adornment.

"Oh, I see! Funny," said Miss Peabody.

"Knew a woman once who had a goitre and was proud of it! Wouldn"t believe that, but it"s true!

Well, what I say is, it"s lucky when if you"re pleased with what the Lord has given you. It"s usually the other way about." She shook her head and sighed.

"Never thought there would be a murder in this out-of-the-world spot." Again she shot a sudden, piercing look at Poirot. "Which of "em did it?" "Am I to shout that to you here in the street?"

"Probably means you don"t know. Or do you? Oh, well--bad blood--bad blood. I"d like to know whether that Varley woman poisoned her husband or not. Makes a difference."

"You believe in heredity?" Miss Peabody said suddenly: "I"d rather it was Tanios. An outsider! But wishes ain"t horses, worse luck. Well, I"ll be getting along. I can see you"re not goin" to tell me anything.... Who are you actin" for, by the way?" Poirot said gravely: "I am acting for the dead, mademoiselle." I am sorry to say that Miss Peabody received this remark with a sudden shriek of laughter. Quickly subduing her mirth she ^ said: Hb, "Excuse me. It sounded like Isabel ^HB^ripp--that"s all! What an awful woman!

Julia"s worse, I think. So painfully girlish.

Never did like mutton-dressed lamb fashion.

Well, good-bye. Seen Dr. Grainger at all?" "Mademoiselle, I have the bone to pick with you. You betrayed my secret." Miss Peabody indulged in her peculiar throaty chuckle.

"Men are simple! He"d swallowed that preposterous tissue of lies you told him.

Wasn"t he mad when I told him? Went away snorting with rage! He"s looking for you." "He found me last night." "Oh! I wish I"d been there." "I wish you had, mademoiselle," said Poirot gallantly.

Miss Peabody laughed and prepared to waddle away. She addressed me over her shoulder.

"Good-bye, young man. Don"t you go buying those chairs. They"re a fake." She moved off, chuckling.

"That," said Poirot, "is a very clever old woman." "Even although she did not admire yourmoustaches?" "Taste is one thing," said Poirot coldly.

"Brains are another." We pa.s.sed into the shop and spent a pleasant twenty minutes looking round. We emerged unscathed in pocket and proceeded in the direction of Littlegreen House.

Ellen, rather redder in the face than usual, admitted us and showed us into the drawingroom.

Presently footsteps were heard descending the stairs and Miss Lawson came in. She seemed somewhat out of breath and fl.u.s.tered. Her hair was pinned up in a silk handkerchief.

"I hope you"ll excuse my coming in like this, M. Poirot. I"ve been going through some locked-up cupboards--so many things --old people are inclined to h.o.a.rd a little, I"m afraid--dear Miss Arundell was no exception--and one gets so much dust in one"s hair--astonishing, you know, the things people collect--if you can believe me, two dozen needlebooks--actually, two dozen." "You mean that Miss Arundell had bought two dozen needlebooks?" "Yes, and put them away and forgot about them--and, of course, now the needles are all rusty--such a pity. She used to give them to the maids as Christmas presents." "She was very forgetful--yes?" "Oh, very. Especially in the way of putting things away. Like a dog with a bone, you know. That"s what we used to call it between us. "Now don"t go and dog and bone it," I used to say to her." She laughed and then producing a small handkerchief from her pocket suddenly began to sniff.

"Oh, dear," she said tearfully. "It seems so dreadful of me to be laughing here." "You have too much sensibility," said Poirot. "You feel things too much." "That"s what my mother always used to say to me, M. Poirot. "You take things to heart too much, Mina," she used to say. It"s a great drawback, M. Poirot, to be so sensitive.

Especially when one has one"s living to get." "Ah, yes, indeed, but that is all a thing of the past.

You are now your own mistress.

You can enjoy yourself--travel--you have absolutely no worries or anxieties." "I suppose that"s true," said Miss Lawson rather doubtfully.

"a.s.suredly it is true. Now talking of Miss Arundell"s forgetfulness I see how it was that her letter to me never reached me for so long a time." He explained the circ.u.mstances of the finding of the letter. A red spot showed in Miss Lawson"s cheek. She said sharply: "Ellen should have told me!

To send that letter off to you without a word was great impertinence! She should have consulted me first. Great impertinence, I call it! Not one word did I hear about the whole thing.

Disgraceful!"

"Oh, my dear lady, I am sure it was done in all good faith." "Well, I think it was very peculiar myself! Very peculiar! Servants really do the oddest things. Ellen should have remembered that I am the mistress of the house now." She drew herself up importantly.

"Ellen was very devoted to her mistress, was she not?" said Poirot.

"Yes, I dare say, but that makes no difference.

I should have been told!" "The important thing is--that I received the letter," said Poirot.

"Oh, I agree that it"s no good making a fuss after things have happened, but all the same I think Ellen ought to be told that she mustn"t take it upon herself to do things without asking first!" Shestopped, a red spot on each cheekbone.

Poirot was silent for a minute, then he said: "You wanted to see me to-day? In what way can I be of service to you?" Miss Lawson"s annoyance subsided as promptly as it had arisen. She began to be fl.u.s.tered and incoherent again.

"Well, really--you see, I just wondered... Well, to tell the truth, M. Poirot, I arrived down here yesterday and, of course, Ellen told me you had been here, and I just wondered--well, as you hadn"t mentioned to me that you were coming--Well, it seemed rather odd--and I couldn"t see--"

"You could not see what I was doing down here?" Poirot finished for her.

"I--well--no, that"s exactly it. I couldn"t." She looked at him, flushing but inquiring.

"I must make a little confession to you," said Poirot. "I have permitted you to remain under a misapprehension, I am afraid. You a.s.sumed that the letter I received from Miss Arundell concerned itself with the question of a small sum of money abstracted by--in all possibility--Mr.

Charles Arundell." Miss Lawson nodded.

"But that, you see, was not the case....

In fact, the first I heard of the stolen money was from you.... Miss Arundell wrote to me on the subject of her accident." "Her accident?" "Yes, she had a fall down the stairs, I understand."

"Oh, quite--quite--" Miss Lawson looked bewildered. She stared vacantly at Poirot. She went on.

"But--I"m sorry--I"m sure it"s very stupid of me--but why should she write to you? I understand--in fact, I think you said so--that you are a detective.

You"re not a--a doctor, too? Or a faith healer, perhaps?" "No, I am not a doctor--nor a faith healer. But, like the doctor, I concern myself sometimes with so-called accidental deaths." "With accidental deaths?" "With so-called accidental deaths, I said.

It is true that Miss Arundell did not die-- but she might have died!" "Oh, dear me, yes, the doctor said so, but I don"t understand--" Miss Lawson sounded still bewildered.

"The cause of the accident was supposed to be the ball of the little Bob, was it not?" "Yes, yes, that was it. It was Bob"s ball." "Oh, no, it was not Bob"s ball." "But, excuse me, Mr. Poirot, I saw it there myself--as we all ran down." "You saw it--yes, perhaps. But it was not the cause of the accident. The cause of the accident, Miss Lawson, was a dark-coloured thread stretched about a foot above the top of the stairs!" "But--but a dog couldn"t--" "Exactly," said Poirot quickly. "A dog could not do that--he is not sufficiently intelligent--or, if you like, he is not sufficiently evil....

A human being put that thread in position...." Miss Lawson"s face had gone deadly white. She raised a shaking hand to her face.

"Oh, Mr. Poirot--I can"t believe it--you don"t mean--but that is awful--really awful.

You mean it was done on purpose?" "Yes, it was done on purpose." "But that"s dreadful. It"s almost like--like killing a person." "If it had succeeded it would have been killing a person! In other words--it would have been murder!" Miss Lawson gave a little shrill cry.

Poirot went on in the same grave tone.

"A nail was driven into the skirting-board so that the thread could be attached. That nail wasvarnished so as not to show. Tell me, do you ever remember a smell of varnish that you could not account for?" Miss Lawson gave a cry.

"Oh, how extraordinary! To think of that!

Why, of course! And to think I never thought--never dreamed--but then, how If could I? And yet it did seem odd to me at the time." Poirot leant forward.

"So--you can help us, mademoiselle.

Once again you can help us. C"est epatant!" "To think that was it! Oh, well, it all fits in." "Tell me, I pray of you. You smelt varnish--yes?" "Yes. Of course, I didn"t know what it was. I thought--dear me--it is paint--no, it"s more like floor stain, and then, of course, I thought I must have imagined it." "When was this?" "Now let me see--when was it?" "Was it during that Easter week-end when the house was full of guests?" "Yes, that was the time--but I"m trying to recall just which day it was.... Now, let me see, it wasn"t Sunday. No, and it wasn"t on Tuesday--that was the night Dr. Donaldson came to dinner. And on the Wednesday they had all left. No, of course, it was the Monday--Bank Holiday. I"d been lying awake--rather worried, you know. I always think Bank Holiday is such a worrying day!

There had been only just enough cold beef to go round at supper and I was afraid Miss ^ Arundell might be annoyed about it. You see Fd ordered the joint on the Sat.u.r.day, and of course I ought to have said seven pounds but I thought five pounds would do nicely, but Miss Arundell was always so vexed if there was any shortage--she was so hospitable--" Miss Lawson paused to draw a deep breath and then rushed on.

"And so I was lying awake and wondering whether she"d say anything about it to-morrow, and what with one thing and another I was a long time dropping off--and then just as I was going off something seemed to wake me up--a sort of rap or tap--and I sat up in bed, and then I sniffed. Of course, I"m always terrified of fire--sometimes I think I smell fire two or three times a night--(so awful wouldn"t it be if one were trapped?). Anyway, there was a smell, and I sniffed hard, but it wasn"t smoke or anything like that. And I said to myself it"s more like paint or floor stain--but, of course, one wouldn"t smell that in the middle of the night. But it was quite strong and I sat up sniffing and sniffing, and then I saw her in the gla.s.s--" "Saw her? Saw whom?" "In my looking-gla.s.s, you know, it"s really most convenient. I left my door open a little always, so as to hear Miss Arundell if she were to call, and if she went up and down stairs I could see her. The one light was always left switched on in the pa.s.sage. That"s how I came to see her kneeling on the stairs--Theresa, I mean. She was kneeling on about the third step with her head bent down over something and I was just thinking, "How odd, I wonder if she"s ill?" when she got up and went away, so I supposed she"d just slipped or something. Or perhaps was stooping to pick something up. But, of course, I never thought about it again one way or another." "The tap that aroused you would be the tap of the hammer on the nail," mused Poirot.

"Yes, I suppose it would. But oh, M.

Poirot, how dreadful--how truly dreadful.

I"ve always felt Theresa was, perhaps, a little wild, but to do a thing like that--" "You are sure it was Theresa?" "Oh, dear me, yes." "It couldn"t have been Mrs. Tanios or one of the maids, for instance?" "Oh, no, it was Theresa." Miss Lawson shook her head and murmured to herself, "Oh, dear, oh, dear," several times.Poirot was staring at her in a way I found it hard to understand.

"Permit me," he said suddenly, "to make an experiment. Let us go upstairs and endeavour to reconstruct this little scene." "Reconstruct? Oh, really--I don"t know --I mean I don"t quite see--"

"I will show you," said Poirot, cutting in upon these doubts in an authoritative manner.

Somewhat fl.u.s.tered. Miss Lawson led the way upstairs.

"I hope the room"s tidy--so much to do --what with one thing and another--" She tailed off incoherently.

The room was indeed somewhat heavily littered with miscellaneous articles, obviously the result of Miss Lawson"s turning out of cupboards. With her usual incoherence Miss Lawson managed to indicate her own position and Poirot was able to verify for himself the fact that a portion of the staircase was reflected in the wall-mirror.

"And now, mademoiselle," he suggested, "if you will be so good as to go out and reproduce the actions that you saw." Miss Lawson, still murmuring, "Oh, dear--" bustled out to fulfill her part.

Poirot acted the part of observer.

The performance concluded, he went out on the landing and asked which electric light had been left switched on.

"This one--this one along here. Just outside Miss ArundelFs door." Poirot reached up, detached the bulb and examined it.

"A forty watt lamp, I see. Not very powerful."

"No, it was just so that the pa.s.sage shouldn"t be quite dark." Poirot retraced his steps to the top of the stairs.

"You will pardon me, mademoiselle, but with the light being fairly dim and the way that shadow falls it is hardly possible that you can have seen very clearly. Can you be positive it was Miss Theresa Arundell and not just an indeterminate female figure in a dressing gown?" Miss Lawson was indignant.

"No, indeed, M. Poirot! I"m perfectly sure!

I know Theresa well enough, I should hope!

Oh, it was her all right. Her dark dressing gown and that big shining brooch she wears with the initials--I saw that plainly." "So that there is no possible doubt. You saw the initials?" "Yes, T. A. I know the brooch. Theresa often wore it. Oh, yes, I could swear to its being Theresa--and I will swear to it if necessary!"

There was a firmness and decision in those last two sentences that was quite at variance with her usual manner.

Poirot looked at her. Again there was something curious in his glance. It was aloof, appraising--and had also a queer appearance of finality about it."You would swear to that, yes?" he said.

"If--if--it"s necessary. But I suppose it --will it be necessary?" Again Poirot turned that appraising glance upon her.

"That will depend on the result of the exhumation," he said.

"Ex-exhumation?" Poirot put out a restraining hand. In her excitement Miss Lawson very nearly went headlong down the stairs.

"It may possibly be a question of exhumation," he said.

"Oh, but surely--how very unpleasant!

But I mean, I"m sure the family would oppose the idea very strongly--very strongly indeed."

"Probably they will." "I"m quite sure they won"t hear of such a thing!" "Ah, but if it is as an order from the Home Office." "But, M. Poirot-why? I mean it"s not as though-not as though-" "Not as though what?" "Not as though there were anything- wrong." "You think not?" "No, of course not. Why, there couldn"t be! I mean the doctor and the nurse and everything-" "Do not upset yourself," said Poirot calmly and soothingly.

"Oh, but I can"t help it! Poor dear Miss Arundell! It"s not even as though Theresa had been here in the house when she died." "No, she left on the Monday before she was taken ill, did she not?"

"Quite early in the morning. So you see, she can"t have had anything to do with it!" "Let us hope not," said Poirot.

"Oh, dear." Miss Lawson clasped her hands together. "I"ve never known anything so dreadful as all this! Really, I don"t know whether I"m on my head or my heels." Poirot glanced at his watch.

"We must depart. We are returning to London. And you, mademoiselle, you are remaining down here some little time?" "No--no... I have really no settled plans. Actually I"m going back myself today.

... I only came down just for a night to--to settle things a little." "I see. Well, good-bye, mademoiselle, and forgive me if I have upset you at all." "Oh, M. Poirot. Upset me? I feel quite ill! Oh, dear--oh, dear. It"s such a wicked world! Such a dreadfully wicked world." Poirot cut short her lamentations by taking her hand firmly in his.

"Quite so. And you are still ready to swear that you saw Theresa Arundell kneeling on the stairs on the night of Easter Bank Holiday?" "Oh, yes, I can swear to that." "And you can also swear that you saw a halo of light round Miss Arundell"s head during the seance?" Miss Lawson"s mouth fell open."Oh, M. Poirot, don"t--don"t joke about these things." "I am not joking. I am perfectly serious." Miss Lawson said with dignity: "It wasn"t exactly a halo. It was more like the beginning of a manifestation. A ribbon of some luminous material. I think it was beginning to form into a face." "Extremely interesting. Au revoir, mademoiselle, and please keep all this to yourself."

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