Poor soul, she really is in a terrible way. You see, she"s got no money--no money at all.
She doesn"t know where to go or what to do.She wants to try and earn her living, but, really, you know, M. Poirot, that"s not so easy as it sounds. I know that. It"s not as though she were trained for anything." "When did she leave her husband?" "Yesterday. She spent last night in a little hotel near Paddington. She came to me because she couldn"t think of any one else to go to, poor thing." "And are you going to help her?
That is very good of you." "Well, you see, M. Poirot, I really feel it"s my duty. But, of course, it"s all very difficult.
This is a very small flat and there"s no room--and what with one thing and another."
"You could send her to Littlegreen House?" "I suppose I could--but, you see, her husband might think of that. Just for the moment I"ve got her rooms at the Wellington Hotel in Queen"s Road.
She"s staying there under the name of Mrs. Peters." "I see," said Poirot.
He paused for a minute, then said: "I would like to see Mrs. Tanios. You see, she called at my flat yesterday but I was out." "Oh, did she? She didn"t tell me that. I"ll tell her, shall I?" "If you would be so good." Miss Lawson hurried out of the room. We could hear her voice.
"Bella--Bella--my dear, will you come and see M. Poirot?" We did not hear Mrs. Tanios"s reply, but a minute or two later she came into the room.
I was really shocked at her appearance.
There were dark circles under her eyes and her cheeks were completely dest.i.tute of colour, but what struck me far more than this was her obvious air of terror. She started at the least provocation, and she seemed to be continually listening.
Poirot greeted her in his most soothing manner. He came forward, shook hands, arranged a chair for her and handed her a cushion. He treated the pale, frightened woman as though she had been a queen.
"And now, madame, let us have a little chat. You came to see me yesterday, I believe?"
She nodded.
"I regret very much that I was away from home." "Yes--yes, I wish you had been there." "You came because you wanted to tell me something?" "Yes, I--I meant to--" "Rh bien. I am here, at your service.
Mrs. Tamos did not respond. She sat quite still? twisting a ring round and round on her finser.
"Well, madame?" Slowly, almost reluctantly, she shook her head.
"No," she said. "I daren"t." Bil "You daren"t, madame?" "No. I--if he knew--he"d-- Oh, something would happen to me!" "Come, come, madame--that is absurd." "Oh, but it isn"t absurd--it isn"t absurd at all. You don"t know him...." "By him, you mean your husband, madame?" "Yes, of course." Poirot was silent a minute or two, then he said: "Your husband came to see me yesterday, madame." A quick look of alarm sprang up in her face.
"Oh, no! You didn"t tell him--but of course you didn"t! You couldn"t. You didn"t know where I was.
Did he--did he say I was mad?" Poirot answered cautiously."He said that you were--highly nervous." But she shook her head, undeceived.
"No, he said that I was mad--or that I was going mad! He wants to shut me up so that I shan"t be able to tell any one ever." "Tell any one--what?" But she shook her head. Twisting her fingers nervously round and round, she muttered: "I"m afraid...." "But, madame, once you have told me-- you are safe! The secret is out! The fact will protect you automatically." But she did not reply. She went on twisting--twisting at her ring.
"You must see that yourself," said Poirot gently.
She gave a sort of gasp.
"How am I to know?... Oh, dear, it"s terrible. He"s so plausible! And he"s a doctor!
People will believe him and not me. I know they will. I should myself. n.o.body will believe me.
How could they?" "You will not even give me the chance?" She shot a troubled glance at him.
"How do I know? You may be on his side." "I am on no one"s side, madame. I am--- always--on the side of the truth." "I don"t know," said Mrs. Tanios hopelessly.
"Oh, I don"t know." She went on, her words gathering volume, tumbling over each other.
"It"s been so awful--for years now. I"ve seen things happening again and again. And I couldn"t say anything or do anything.
There have been the children. It"s been like a long nightmare. And now this.... But I won"t go back to him. I won"t let him have the children! I"ll go somewhere where he can"t find me. Mina Lawson will help me.
She"s been so kind--so wonderfully kind.
n.o.body could have been kinder." She stopped, then shot a quick look at Poirot and asked: "What did he say about me? Did he say I had delusions?" "He said, madame, that you had-- changed towards him." She nodded.
"And he said I had delusions. He did say that, didn"t he?" "Yes, madame, to be frank, he did."
"That"s it, you see. That"s what it will sound like. And I"ve no proof--no real proof." Poirot leaned back in his chair. When he next spoke it was with an entire change of manner.
He spoke in a matter-of-fact, businesslike voice with as little emotion as if he had been discussing some dry matter of business.
"Do you suspect your husband of doing away with Miss Emily Arundell?" Her answer came quickly--a spontaneous flash.
"I don"t suspect--I know." "Then, madame, it is your duty to speak." "Ah, but it isn"t so easy--no, it isn"t so easy." "How did he kill her?" "I don"t know exactly--but he did kill her." "But you don"t know the method he employed?"
"No--it was something--something he did that last Sunday." "The Sunday he went down to seeher?" "Yes." "But you don"t know what it was?" "No." "Then how, forgive me, madame, can you be so sure?" "Because he--" She stopped and said slowly, "I am sure!" "Pardon, madame, but there is something you are keeping back. Something you have not yet told me?" "Yes." "Come, then." Bella Tanios got up suddenly.
"No. No. I can"t do that. The children.
Their father. I can"t. I simply can"t...." "But, madame--" "I can"t, I tell you." Her voice rose almost to a scream. The door opened and Miss Lawson came in, her head c.o.c.ked on one side with a sort of pleasurable excitement.
"May I come in? Have you had your little talk? Bella, my dear, don"t you think you ought to have a cup of tea, or some soup, or perhaps a little brandy even?" Mrs. Tanios shook her head.
"I"m quite all right." She gave a weak smile. "I must be getting back to the children.
I have left them to unpack." "Dear little things," said Miss Lawson.
"I"m so fond of children." Mrs. Tanios turned to her suddenly.
"I don"t know what I should do without you," she said. "You--you"ve been wonderfully kind."
"There, there, my dear, don"t cry. Everything"s going to be all right. You shall come round and see my lawyer--such a nice man, so sympathetic, and he"ll advise you the best way to get a divorce.
Divorce is so simple nowadays, isn"t it, everybody says so. Oh, dear, there"s the bell. I wonder who that is." She left the room hurriedly. There was a murmur of voices in the hall. Miss Lawson reappeared. She tiptoed in and shut the door carefully behind her. She spoke in an excited whisper, mouthing the words exaggeratedly.
"Oh, dear, Bella, it"s your husband. I"m sure I don"t know--" Mrs. Tanios gave one bound towards a door at the other end of the room. Miss Lawson nodded her head violently.
"That"s right, dear, go in there, and then you can slip out when I"ve brought him in here." Mrs.
Tanios whispered: "Don"t say I"ve been here. Don"t say you"ve seen me." "No, no, of course I won"t." Mrs. Tanios slipped through the door.
Poirot and I followed hastily. We found ourselves in a small dining-room.
Poirot crossed to the door into the hall? opened it a crack and listened. Then he beckoned.
"All is clear. Miss Lawson has taken him into the other room." We crept through the hall and out by the front door. Poirot drew it to as noiselessly as possible after him.
Mrs. Tanios began to run down the steps, stumbling and clutching at the bannisters.
Poirot steadied her with a hand under her arm.
"Du caime--du calme. All is well." We reached the entrance-hall.
"Come with me," said Mrs. Tanios piteously.
She looked as though she might be going to faint."Certainly I will come," said Poirot rea.s.suringly.
We crossed the road, turned a corner, and found ourselves in the Queen"s Road. The Wellington was a small, inconspicuous hotel of the boarding-house variety.
When we were inside, Mrs. Tanios sank down on a plush sofa. Her hand was on her beating heart.
Poirot patted her rea.s.suringly on the shoulder.
"It was the narrow squeak--yes. Now, madame, you are to listen to me very carefully."
"I can"t tell you anything more, M. Poirot.
It wouldn"t be right. You--you know what I think--what I believe. You--you must be satisfied with that." "I asked you to listen, madame.
Supposing--this is a supposition only--that I already know the facts of the case. Supposing that what you could tell me / have already guessed--that would make a difference, would it not?" She looked at him doubtfully. Her eyes were painful in their intensity.
"Oh, believe me, madame, I am not trying to trap you into saying what you do not wish to. But it would make a difference--yes?" "I--I suppose it would." "Good. Then let me say this. I, Hercule Poirot, know the truth. I am not going to ask you to accept my word for it. Take this." He thrust upon her the bulky envelope I had seen him seal up that morning. "The facts are there. After you have read them, if they satisfy you, ring me up. My number is on the notepaper." Almost reluctantly she accepted the envelope.
Poirot went on briskly: "And now, one more point, you must leave this hotel at once." "But why?" "You will go to the Coniston Hotel near Euston. Tell no one where you are going." "But surely--here--Minnie Lawson won"t tell my husband where I am." "You think not?" "Oh, no--she"s entirely on my side." "Yes, but your husband, madame, is a very clever man. He will not find it difficult to turn a middle-aged lady inside out. It is essential--essential, you understand, that your husband should not know where you are." She nodded dumbly.
Poirot held out a sheet of paper.
"Here is the address. Pack up and drive there with the children as soon as possible.
You understand?" She nodded.
"I understand." "It is the children you must think of, madame, not yourself. You love your children." He had touched the right note.
A little colour crept into her cheeks, her head went back. She looked, not a frightened drudge, but an arrogant, almost handsome woman.
"It is arranged, then," said Poirot.
He shook hands and he and I departed.But not far. From the shelter of a convenient cafe, we sipped coffee and watched the entrance of the hotel. In about five minutes we saw Dr. Tanios walking down the street. He did not even glance up at the Wellington.
He pa.s.sed it, his head bowed in thought, then he turned into the Underground station.
About ten minutes later we saw Mrs. Tanios and the children get into the taxi with their luggage and drive away.
^Bien," said Poirot, rising with the check in his hand. "We have done our part. Now it is on the knees of the G.o.ds."
XXVII Visit of Dr. Donaldson donaldson arrived punctually at two o^clock. He was as calm and precise as ever.
The personality of Donaldson had begun to intrigue me. I had started by regarding him as a rather nondescript young man. I had wondered what a vivid, compelling creature like Theresa could see in him. But I now began to realize that Donaldson was anything but negligible. Behind that pedantic manner there was force.
After our preliminary greetings were over, Donaldson said: "The reason for my visit is this. I am at a loss to understand exactly what your position is in this matter, M. Poirot." Poirot replied guardedly: "You know my profession, I think?" "Certainly. I may say that I have taken ie trouble to make inquiries about you." "You are a careful man. Doctor." Donaldson said drily: "I like to be sure of my facts." "You have the scientific mind!" "I may say that all reports on you are the same.
You are obviously a very clever man in your profession. You have also the reputation of being a scrupulous and honest one." "You are too flattering," murmured Poirot.
"That is why I am at a loss to explain your connection with this affair." "And yet it is so simple!"
"Hardly that," said Donaldson. "You first present yourself as a writer of biographies."
"A pardonable deception, do you not think? One cannot go everywhere announcing the fact that one is a detective--though that, too, has its uses sometimes." "So I should imagine." Again Donaldson"s tone was dry. "Your next proceeding," he went on, "was to call on Miss Theresa Arundell and represent to her that her aunt"s will might conceivably be set aside." Poirot merely bowed his head in a.s.sent.
"That, of course, was ridiculous." Donaldson"s voice was sharp. "You knew perfectly well that that will was valid in law and that nothing could be done about it." "You think that is the case?"
"I am not a fool, M. Poirot--" "No, Dr. Donaldson, you are certainly not a fool." "I know something--not very much, but enough--of the law. That will can certainly not be upset. Why did you pretend it could?
Clearly for reasons of your own--reasons which Miss Theresa Arundell did not for a moment grasp." "You seem very certain of her reactions." A very faint smile pa.s.sed across the young man"s face.
He said unexpectedly: "I know a good deal more about Theresa than she suspects. I have no doubt that she and Charles think they have enlisted your aid in some questionable business.
Charles is almost completely amoral. Theresa has a bad heredity and her upbringing has beenunfortunate." "It is thus you speak of your fiancee--as though she was a guinea-pig?" Donaldson peered at him through his pincenez.
"I see no occasion to blink the truth. I love Theresa Arundell and I love her for Donaldson said drily: "I like to be sure of my facts." "You have the scientific mind!" "I may say that all reports on you are the same. You are obviously a very clever man in your profession. You have also the reputation of being a scrupulous and honest one." "You are too flattering," murmured Poirot.
"That is why I am at a loss to explain your connection with this affair." "And yet it is so simple!"
"Hardly that," said Donaldson. "You first present yourself as a writer of biographies."
"A pardonable deception, do you not think? One cannot go everywhere announcing the fact that one is a detective--though that, too, has its uses sometimes." "So I should imagine." Again Donaldson"s tone was dry. "Your next proceeding," he went on, "was to call on Miss Theresa Arundell and represent to her that her aunt"s will might conceivably be set aside." Poirot merely bowed his head in a.s.sent.
"That, of course, was ridiculous." Donaldson"s voice was sharp. "You knew perfectly well that that will was valid in law and that nothing could be done about it." "You think that is the case?"
"I am not a fool, M. Poirot--" "No, Dr. Donaldson, you are certainly not a fool." "I know something--not very much, but enough--of the law. That will can certainly not be upset. Why did you pretend it could?
Clearly for reasons of your own--reasons which Miss Theresa Arundell did not for a moment grasp." "You seem very certain of her reactions." A very faint smile pa.s.sed across the young man"s face.
He said unexpectedly: "I know a good deal more about Theresa than she suspects. I have no doubt that she and Charles think they have enlisted your aid in some questionable business.
Charles is almost completely amoral. Theresa has a bad heredity and her upbringing has been unfortunate." "It is thus you speak of your fiancee--as [though she was a guinea-pig?" Donaldson peered at him through his pincenez.
"I see no occasion to blink the truth. I love Theresa Arundell and I love her for what she is and not for any imagined qualities.
"Do you realize that Theresa Arundell is devoted to you and that her wish for money is mainly in order that your ambitions should be gratified?" "Of course I realize it. I"ve already told you I"m not a fool. But I have no intention of allowing Theresa to embroil herself in any questionable situation on my account. In many ways Theresa is a child still. I am quite capable of furthering my career by my own efforts. I do not say that a substantial legacy would not have been acceptable.
It would have been most acceptable. But it would merely have provided a short cut." "You have, in fact, full confidence in your own abilities?" "It probably sounds conceited, but I have," said Donaldson composedly.