Mrs. Todd, for such was our new friend"s name, then took her departure. Poirot looked at me somewhat ruefully.
"Well, well, Hastings, this is a novel affair that we have here. The Disappearance of the Clapham Cook! Never, never, must our friend Inspector j.a.pp get to hear of this!"
He then proceeded to heat an iron and carefully removed the grease spot from his grey suit by means of a piece of blotting paper. His moustaches he regretfully postponed to another day, and we set out for Clapham.
Prince Albert Road proved to be a street of small prim houses, all exactly alike, with neat lace curtains veiling the windows, and well-polished bra.s.s knockers on the doors.
We rang the bell at No. 88, and the door was opened by a neat maid with a pretty face. Mrs. Todd came out in the hall to greet us.
"Don"t go, Annie," she cried. "This gentleman"s a detective and he"ll want to ask you some questions."
Annie"s face displayed a struggle between alarm and a pleasurable excitement.
"I thank you, madame," said Poirot bowing. "I would like to question your maid now-and to see her alone, if I may."
We were shown into a small drawing room, and when Mrs. Todd, with obvious reluctance, had left the room, Poirot commenced his cross-examination.
"Voyons, Mademoiselle Annie, all that you shall tell us will be of the greatest importance. You alone can shed any light on the case. Without your a.s.sistance I can do nothing."
The alarm vanished from the girl"s face and the pleasurable excitement became more strongly marked.
"I"m sure, sir," she said, "I"ll tell you anything I can."
"That is good." Poirot beamed approval on her. "Now, first of all what is your own idea? You are a girl of remarkable intelligence. That can be seen at once! What is your own explanation of Eliza"s disappearance?"
Thus encouraged, Annie fairly flowed into excited speech.
"White slavers, sir, I"ve said so all along! Cook was always warning me against them. "Don"t you sniff no scent, or eat any sweets-no matter how gentlemanly the fellow!" Those were her words to me. And now they"ve got her! I"m sure of it. As likely as not, she"s been shipped to Turkey or one of them Eastern places where I"ve heard they like them fat!"
Poirot preserved an admirable gravity.
"But in that case-and it is indeed an idea!-would she have sent for her trunk?"
"Well, I don"t know, sir. She"d want her things-even in those foreign places."
"Who came for the trunk-a man?"
"It was Carter Paterson, sir."
"Did you pack it?"
"No, sir, it was already packed and corded."
"Ah! That"s interesting. That shows that when she left the house on Wednesday, she had already determined not to return. You see that, do you not?"
"Yes, sir." Annie looked slightly taken aback. "I hadn"t thought of that. But it might still have been white slavers, mightn"t it, sir?" she added wistfully.
"Undoubtedly!" said Poirot gravely. He went on: "Did you both occupy the same bedroom?"
"No, sir, we had separate rooms."
"And had Eliza expressed any dissatisfaction with her present post to you at all? Were you both happy here?"
"She"d never mentioned leaving. The place is all right-" The girl hesitated.
"Speak freely," said Poirot kindly. "I shall not tell your mistress."
"Well, of course, sir, she"s a caution, Missus is. But the food"s good. Plenty of it, and no stinting. Something hot for supper, good outings, and as much frying-fat as you like. And anyway, if Eliza did want to make a change, she"d never have gone off this way, I"m sure. She"d have stayed her month. Why, Missus could have a month"s wages out of her for doing this!"
"And the work, it is not too hard?"
"Well, she"s particular-always poking round in corners and looking for dust. And then there"s the lodger, or paying guest as he"s always called. But that"s only breakfast and dinner, same as Master. They"re out all day in the City."
"You like your master?"
"He"s all right-very quiet and a bit on the stingy side."
"You can"t remember, I suppose, the last thing Eliza said before she went out?"
"Yes, I can. "If there"s any stewed peaches over from the dining room," she says, "we"ll have them for supper, and a bit of bacon and some fried potatoes." Mad over stewed peaches, she was. I shouldn"t wonder if they didn"t get her that way."
"Was Wednesday her regular day out?"
"Yes, she had Wednesdays and I had Thursdays."
Poirot asked a few more questions, then declared himself satisfied. Annie departed, and Mrs. Todd hurried in, her face alight with curiosity. She had, I felt certain, bitterly resented her exclusion from the room during our conversation with Annie. Poirot, however, was careful to soothe her feelings tactfully.
"It is difficult," he explained, "for a woman of exceptional intelligence such as yourself, madame, to bear patiently the roundabout methods we poor detectives are forced to use. To have patience with stupidity is difficult for the quick-witted."
Having thus charmed away any little resentment on Mrs. Todd"s part, he brought the conversation round to her husband and elicited the information that he worked with a firm in the City and would not be home until after six.
"Doubtless he is very disturbed and worried by this unaccountable business, eh? It is not so?"
"He"s never worried," declared Mrs. Todd. " "Well, well, get another, my dear." That"s all he said! He"s so calm that it drives me to distraction sometimes. "An ungrateful woman," he said. "We are well rid of her." "
"What about the other inmates of the house, madame?"
"You mean Mr. Simpson, our paying guest? Well, as long as he gets his breakfast and his evening meal all right, he doesn"t worry."
"What is his profession, madame?"
"He works in a bank." She mentioned its name, and I started slightly, remembering my perusal of the Daily Blare.
"A young man?"
"Twenty-eight, I believe. Nice quiet young fellow."
"I should like to have a few words with him, and also with your husband, if I may. I will return for that purpose this evening. I venture to suggest that you should repose yourself a little, madame, you look fatigued."
"I should just think I am! First the worry about Eliza, and then I was at the sales practically all yesterday, and you know what that is, M. Poirot, and what with one thing and another and a lot to do in the house, because of course Annie can"t do it all-and very likely she"ll give notice anyway, being unsettled in this way-well, what with it all, I"m tired out!"
Poirot murmured sympathetically, and we took our leave.
"It"s a curious coincidence," I said, "but that absconding clerk, Davis, was from the same bank as Simpson. Can there be any connection, do you think?"
Poirot smiled.
"At the one end, a defaulting clerk, at the other a vanishing cook. It is hard to see any relation between the two, unless possibly Davis visited Simpson, fell in love with the cook, and persuaded her to accompany him on his flight!"
I laughed. But Poirot remained grave.
"He might have done worse," he said reprovingly. "Remember, Hastings, if you are going into exile, a good cook may be of more comfort than a pretty face!" He paused for a moment and then went on. "It is a curious case, full of contradictory features. I am interested-yes, I am distinctly interested."
II.
That evening we returned to 88 Prince Albert Road and interviewed both Todd and Simpson. The former was a melancholy lantern-jawed man of forty-odd.
"Oh! Yes, yes," he said vaguely. "Eliza. Yes. A good cook, I believe. And economical. I make a strong point of economy."
"Can you imagine any reason for her leaving you so suddenly?"
"Oh, well," said Mr. Todd vaguely. "Servants, you know. My wife worries too much. Worn out from always worrying. The whole problem"s quite simple really. "Get another, my dear," I say. "Get another." That"s all there is to it. No good crying over spilt milk."
Mr. Simpson was equally unhelpful. He was a quiet inconspicuous young man with spectacles.
"I must have seen her, I suppose," he said. "Elderly woman, wasn"t she? Of course, it"s the other one I see always, Annie. Nice girl. Very obliging."
"Were those two on good terms with each other?"
Mr. Simpson said he couldn"t say, he was sure. He supposed so.
"Well, we get nothing of interest there, mon ami," said Poirot as we left the house. Our departure had been delayed by a burst of vociferous repet.i.tion from Mrs. Todd, who repeated everything she had said that morning at rather greater length.
"Are you disappointed?" I asked. "Did you expect to hear something?"
Poirot shook his head.
"There was a possibility, of course," he said. "But I hardly thought it likely."
The next development was a letter which Poirot received on the following morning. He read it, turned purple with indignation, and handed it to me.
Mrs. Todd regrets that after all she will not avail herself of Mr. Poirot"s services. After talking the matter over with her husband she sees that it is foolish to call in a detective about a purely domestic affair. Mrs. Todd encloses a guinea for consultation fee.
III.
"Aha!" cried Poirot angrily. "And they think to get rid of Hercule Poirot like that! As a favour-a great favour-I consent to investigate their miserable little twopenny-halfpenny affair-and they dismiss me comme ca! Here, I mistake not, is the hand of Mr. Todd. But I say no!-thirty-six times no! I will spend my own guineas, thirty-six hundred of them if need be, but I will get to the bottom of this matter!"
"Yes," I said. "But how?"
Poirot calmed down a little.
"D"abord," he said, "we will advertise in the papers. Let me see-yes-something like this: "If Eliza Dunn will communicate with this address, she will hear of something to her advantage." Put it in all the papers you can think of, Hastings. Then I will make some little inquiries of my own. Go, go-all must be done as quickly as possible!"
I did not see him again until the evening, when he condescended to tell me what he had been doing.
"I have made inquiries at the firm of Mr. Todd. He was not absent on Wednesday, and he bears a good character-so much for him. Then Simpson, on Thursday he was ill and did not come to the bank, but he was there on Wednesday. He was moderately friendly with Davis. Nothing out of the common. There does not seem to be anything there. No. We must place our reliance on the advertis.e.m.e.nt."
The advertis.e.m.e.nt duly appeared in all the princ.i.p.al daily papers. By Poirot"s orders it was to be continued every day for a week. His eagerness over this uninteresting matter of a defaulting cook was extraordinary, but I realized that he considered it a point of honour to persevere until he finally succeeded. Several extremely interesting cases were brought to him about this time, but he declined them all. Every morning he would rush at his letters, scrutinize them earnestly and then lay them down with a sigh.
But our patience was rewarded at last. On the Wednesday following Mrs. Todd"s visit, our landlady informed us that a person of the name of Eliza Dunn had called.
"Enfin!" cried Poirot. "But make her mount then! At once. Immediately."
Thus admonished, our landlady hurried out and returned a moment or two later, ushering in Miss Dunn. Our quarry was much as described: tall, stout, and eminently respectable.
"I came in answer to the advertis.e.m.e.nt," she explained. "I thought there must be some muddle or other, and that perhaps you didn"t know I"d already got my legacy."
Poirot was studying her attentively. He drew forward a chair with a flourish.
"The truth of the matter is," he explained, "that your late mistress, Mrs. Todd, was much concerned about you. She feared some accident might have befallen you."
Eliza Dunn seemed very much surprised.
"Didn"t she get my letter then?"
"She got no word of any kind." He paused, and then said persuasively: "Recount to me the whole story, will you not?"
Eliza Dunn needed no encouragement. She plunged at once into a lengthy narrative.
"I was just coming home on Wednesday night and had nearly got to the house, when a gentleman stopped me. A tall gentleman he was, with a beard and a big hat. "Miss Eliza Dunn?" he said. "Yes," I said. "I"ve been inquiring for you at No. 88," he said. "They told me I might meet you coming along here. Miss Dunn, I have come from Australia specially to find you. Do you happen to know the maiden name of your maternal grandmother?" "Jane Emmott," I said. "Exactly," he said. "Now, Miss Dunn, although you may never have heard of the fact, your grandmother had a great friend, Eliza Leech. This friend went to Australia where she married a very wealthy settler. Her two children died in infancy, and she inherited all her husband"s property. She died a few months ago, and by her will you inherit a house in this country and a considerable sum of money."
"You could have knocked me down with a feather," continued Miss Dunn. "For a minute, I was suspicious, and he must have seen it, for he smiled. "Quite right to be on your guard, Miss Dunn," he said. "Here are my credentials." He handed me a letter from some lawyers in Melbourne, Hurst and Crotchet, and a card. He was Mr. Crotchet. "There are one or two conditions," he said. "Our client was a little eccentric, you know. The bequest is conditional on your taking possession of the house (it is in c.u.mberland) before twelve o"clock tomorrow. The other condition is of no importance-it is merely a stipulation that you should not be in domestic service." My face fell. "Oh, Mr. Crotchet," I said. "I"m a cook. Didn"t they tell you at the house?" "Dear, dear," he said. "I had no idea of such a thing. I thought you might possibly be a companion or governess there. This is very unfortunate-very unfortunate indeed."
" "Shall I have to lose all the money?" I said, anxious like. He thought for a minute or two. "There are always ways of getting round the law, Miss Dunn," he said at last. "We as lawyers know that. The way out here is for you to have left your employment this afternoon." "But my month?" I said. "My dear Miss Dunn," he said with a smile. "You can leave an employer any minute by forfeiting a month"s wages. Your mistress will understand in view of the circ.u.mstances. The difficulty is time! It is imperative that you should catch the 11.05 from King"s Cross to the north. I can advance you ten pounds or so for the fare, and you can write a note at the station to your employer. I will take it to her myself and explain the whole circ.u.mstances." I agreed, of course, and an hour later I was in the train, so fl.u.s.tered that I didn"t know whether I was on my head or heels. Indeed by the time I got to Carlisle, I was half inclined to think the whole thing was one of those confidence tricks you read about. But I went to the address he had given me-solicitors they were, and it was all right. A nice little house, and an income of three hundred a year. These lawyers knew very little, they"d just got a letter from a gentleman in London instructing them to hand over the house to me and 150 for the first six months. Mr. Crotchet sent up my things to me, but there was no word from Missus. I supposed she was angry and grudged me my bit of luck. She kept back my box too, and sent my clothes in paper parcels. But there, of course if she never had my letter, she might think it a bit cool of me."
Poirot had listened attentively to this long history. Now he nodded his head as though completely satisfied.
"Thank you, mademoiselle. There had been, as you say, a little muddle. Permit me to recompense you for your trouble." He handed her an envelope. "You return to c.u.mberland immediately? A little word in your ear. Do not forget how to cook. It is always useful to have something to fall back upon in case things go wrong."
"Credulous," he murmured, as our visitor departed, "but perhaps not more than most of her cla.s.s." His face grew grave. "Come, Hastings, there is no time to be lost. Get a taxi while I write a note to j.a.pp."
Poirot was waiting on the doorstep when I returned with the taxi.
"Where are we going?" I asked anxiously.
"First, to despatch this note by special messenger."
This was done, and reentering the taxi Poirot gave the address to the driver.