"Eh? Oh, that is droll! That is very droll, my friend."
"Why?"
"Because it is in my pocket!" He drew it forth with a flourish.
"Oh!" I said, rather crestfallen. "Where did you find it? Here?"
"There was nothing sensational about it. It had simply not been taken out with the other cards. It was in the box."
"H"m! All the same, it gave you an idea, didn"t it?"
"Yes, my friend. I present my respects to His Majesty."
"And to Madame Zara!"
"Ah, yes-to the lady also."
"Well, what are we going to do now?"
"We are going to return to town. But I must have a few words with a certain lady at Daisymead first."
The same little maid opened the door to us.
"They"re all at lunch now, sir-unless it"s Miss Saintclair you want to see, and she"s resting."
"It will do if I can see Mrs. Oglander for a few minutes. Will you tell her?"
We were led into the drawing room to wait. I had a glimpse of the family in the dining room as we pa.s.sed, now reinforced by the presence of two heavy, solid-looking men, one with a moustache, the other with a beard also.
In a few minutes Mrs. Oglander came into the room, looking inquiringly at Poirot, who bowed.
"Madame, we, in our country, have a great tenderness, a great respect for the mother. The mere de famille, she is everything!"
Mrs. Oglander looked rather astonished at this opening.
"It is for that reason that I have come-to allay a mother"s anxiety. The murderer of Mr. Reedburn will not be discovered. Have no fear. I, Hercule Poirot, tell you so. I am right, am I not? Or is it a wife that I must rea.s.sure?"
There was a moment"s pause. Mrs. Oglander seemed searching Poirot with her eyes. At last she said quietly: "I don"t know how you know-but yes, you are right."
Poirot nodded gravely. "That is all, madame. But do not be uneasy. Your English policemen have not the eyes of Hercule Poirot." He tapped the family portrait on the wall with his fingernail.
"You had another daughter once. She is dead, madame?"
Again there was a pause, as she searched him with her eyes. Then she answered: "Yes, she is dead."
"Ah!" said Poirot briskly. "Well, we must return to town. You permit that I return the king of clubs to the pack? It was your only slip. You understand, to have played bridge for an hour or so, with only fifty-one cards-well, no one who knows anything of the game would credit it for a minute! Bonjour!"
"And now, my friend," said Poirot as we stepped towards the station, "you see it all!"
"I see nothing! Who killed Reedburn?"
"John Oglander, Junior. I was not quite sure if it was the father or the son, but I fixed on the son as being the stronger and younger of the two. It had to be one of them, because of the window."
"Why?"
"There were four exits from the library-two doors, two windows; but evidently only one would do. Three exits gave on the front, directly or indirectly. The tragedy had to occur in the back window in order to make it appear that Valerie Saintclair came to Daisymead by chance. Really, of course, she fainted, and John Oglander carried her across over his shoulders. That is why I said he must be a strong man."
"Did they go there together, then?"
"Yes. You remember Valerie"s hesitation when I asked her if she was not afraid to go alone? John Oglander went with her-which didn"t improve Reedburn"s temper, I fancy. They quarrelled, and it was probably some insult levelled at Valerie that made Oglander hit him. The rest, you know."
"But why the bridge?"
"Bridge presupposes four players. A simple thing like that carries a lot of conviction. Who would have supposed that there had been only three people in that room all the evening?"
I was still puzzled.
"There"s one thing I don"t understand. What have the Oglanders to do with the dancer Valerie Saintclair?"
"Ah, that I wonder you did not see. And yet you looked long enough at that picture on the wall-longer than I did. Mrs. Oglander"s other daughter may be dead to her family, but the world knows her as Valerie Saintclair!"
"What?"
"Did you not see the resemblance the moment you saw the two sisters together?"
"No," I confessed. "I only thought how extraordinarily dissimilar they were."
"That is because your mind is so open to external romantic impressions, my dear Hastings. The features are almost identical. So is the colouring. The interesting thing is that Valerie is ashamed of her family, and her family is ashamed of her. Nevertheless, in a moment of peril, she turned to her brother for help, and when things went wrong, they all hung together in a remarkable way. Family strength is a marvellous thing. They can all act, that family. That is where Valerie gets her histrionic talent from. I, like Prince Paul, believe in heredity! They deceived me! But for a lucky accident, and test question to Mrs. Oglander by which I got her to contradict her daughter"s account of how they were sitting, the Oglander family would have put a defeat on Hercule Poirot."
"What shall you tell the Prince?"
"That Valerie could not possibly have committed the crime, and that I doubt if that tramp will ever be found. Also, to convey my compliments to Zara. A curious coincidence, that! I think I shall call this little affair the Adventure of the King of Clubs. What do you think, my friend?"
Eight.
THE SUBMARINE PLANS.
I.
A note had been brought by special messenger. Poirot read it, and a gleam of excitement and interest came into his eyes as he did so. He dismissed the man with a few curt words and then turned to me.
"Pack a bag with all haste, my friend. We"re going down to Sharples."
I started at the mention of the famous country place of Lord Alloway. Head of the newly formed Ministry of Defence, Lord Alloway was a prominent member of the Cabinet. As Sir Ralph Curtis, head of a great engineering firm, he had made his mark in the House of Commons, and he was now freely spoken of as the coming man, and the one most likely to be asked to form a ministry should the rumours as to Mr. David MacAdam"s health prove well founded.
A big Rolls-Royce car was waiting for us below, and as we glided off into the darkness, I plied Poirot with questions.
"What on earth can they want us for at this time of night?" I demanded. It was past eleven.
Poirot shook his head. "Something of the most urgent, without doubt."
"I remember," I said, "that some years ago there was some rather ugly scandal about Ralph Curtis, as he then was-some jugglery with shares, I believe. In the end, he was completely exonerated; but perhaps something of the kind has arisen again?"
"It would hardly be necessary for him to send for me in the middle of the night, my friend."
I was forced to agree, and the remainder of the journey was pa.s.sed in silence. Once out of London, the powerful car forged rapidly ahead, and we arrived at Sharples in a little under the hour.
A pontifical butler conducted us at once to a small study where Lord Alloway was awaiting us. He sprang up to greet us-a tall, spare man who seemed actually to radiate power and vitality.
"M. Poirot, I am delighted to see you. It is the second time the government has demanded your services. I remember only too well what you did for us during the war, when the Prime Minister was kidnapped in that astounding fashion. Your masterly deductions-and may I add, your discretion?-saved the situation."
Poirot"s eyes twinkled a little.
"Do I gather then, milor", that this is another case for-discretion?"
"Most emphatically. Sir Harry and I-oh, let me introduce you-Admiral Sir Harry Weardale, our First Sea Lord-M. Poirot and-let me see, Captain-"
"Hastings," I supplied.
"I"ve often heard of you, M. Poirot," said Sir Harry, shaking hands. "This is a most unaccountable business, and if you can solve it, we"ll be extremely grateful to you."
I liked the First Sea Lord immediately, a square, bluff sailor of the good old-fashioned type.
Poirot looked inquiringly at them both, and Alloway took up the tale.
"Of course, you understand that all this is in confidence, M. Poirot. We have had a most serious loss. The plans of the new Z type of submarine have been stolen."
"When was that?"
"Tonight-less than three hours ago. You can appreciate perhaps, M. Poirot, the magnitude of the disaster. It is essential that the loss should not be made public. I will give you the facts as briefly as possible. My guests over the weekend were the Admiral, here, his wife and son, and Mrs. Conrad, a lady well known in London society. The ladies retired to bed early-about ten o"clock; so did Mr. Leonard Weardale. Sir Harry is down here partly for the purpose of discussing the construction of this new type of submarine with me. Accordingly, I asked Mr. Fitzroy, my secretary, to get out the plans from the safe in the corner there, and to arrange them ready for me, as well as various other doc.u.ments that bore upon the subject in hand. While he was doing this, the Admiral and I strolled up and down the terrace, smoking cigars and enjoying the warm June air. We finished our smoke and our chat, and decided to get down to business. Just as we turned at the far end of the terrace, I fancied I saw a shadow slip out of the french window here, cross the terrace, and disappear. I paid very little attention, however. I knew Fitzroy to be in this room, and it never entered my head that anything might be amiss. There, of course, I am to blame. Well, we retraced our steps along the terrace and entered this room by the window just as Fitzroy entered it from the hall.
" "Got everything out we are likely to need, Fitzroy?" I asked.
" "I think so, Lord Alloway. The papers are all on your desk," he answered. And then he wished us both good night.
" "Just wait a minute," I said, going to the desk. "I may want something I haven"t mentioned."
"I looked quickly through the papers that were lying there."
" "You"ve forgotten the most important of the lot, Fitzroy," I said. "The actual plans of the submarine!"
" "The plans are right on top, Lord Alloway."
" "Oh no, they"re not," I said, turning over the papers.
" "But I put them there not a minute ago!"
" "Well, they"re not here now," I said.
"Fitzroy advanced with a bewildered expression on his face. The thing seemed incredible. We turned over the papers on the desk; we hunted through the safe; but at last we had to make up our minds to it that the papers were gone-and gone within the short s.p.a.ce of about three minutes while Fitzroy was absent from the room."
"Why did he leave the room?" asked Poirot quickly.
"Just what I asked him," exclaimed Sir Harry.
"It appears," said Lord Alloway, "that just when he had finished arranging the papers on my desk, he was startled by hearing a woman scream. He dashed out into the hall. On the stairs he discovered Mrs. Conrad"s French maid. The girl looked very white and upset, and declared that she had seen a ghost-a tall figure dressed all in white that moved without a sound. Fitzroy laughed at her fears and told her, in more or less polite language, not to be a fool. Then he returned to this room just as we entered from the window."
"It all seems very clear," said Poirot thoughtfully. "The only question is, was the maid an accomplice? Did she scream by arrangement with her confederate lurking outside, or was he merely waiting there in the hope of an opportunity presenting itself? It was a man, I suppose-not a woman you saw?"
"I can"t tell you, M. Poirot. It was just a-shadow."
The admiral gave such a peculiar snort that it could not fail to attract attention.
"M. l"Amiral has something to say, I think," said Poirot quietly, with a slight smile. "You saw this shadow, Sir Harry?"
"No, I didn"t," returned the other. "And neither did Alloway. The branch of a tree flapped, or something, and then afterwards, when we discovered the theft, he leaped to the conclusion that he had seen someone pa.s.s across the terrace. His imagination played a trick on him; that"s all."
"I am not usually credited with having much imagination," said Lord Alloway with a slight smile.
"Nonsense, we"ve all got imagination. We can all work ourselves up to believe that we"ve seen more than we have. I"ve had a lifetime of experience at sea, and I"ll back my eyes against those of any landsman. I was looking right down the terrace, and I"d have seen the same if there was anything to see."
He was quite excited over the matter. Poirot rose and stepped quickly to the window.
"You permit?" he asked. "We must settle this point if possible."
He went out upon the terrace, and we followed him. He had taken an electric torch from his pocket, and was playing the light along the edge of the gra.s.s that bordered the terrace.
"Where did he cross the terrace, milor"?" he asked.
"About opposite the window, I should say."
Poirot continued to play the torch for some minutes longer, walking the entire length of the terrace and back. Then he shut it off and straightened himself up.
"Sir Harry is right-and you are wrong, milor"," he said quietly. "It rained heavily earlier this evening. Anyone who pa.s.sed over that gra.s.s could not avoid leaving footmarks. But there are none-none at all."
His eyes went from one man"s face to the other"s. Lord Alloway looked bewildered and unconvinced; the Admiral expressed a noisy gratification.
"Knew I couldn"t be wrong," he declared. "Trust my eyes anywhere."
He was such a picture of an honest old sea-dog that I could not help smiling.
"So that brings us to the people in the house," said Poirot smoothly. "Let us come inside again. Now, milor", while Mr. Fitzroy was speaking to the maid on the stairs, could anyone have seized the opportunity to enter the study from the hall?"