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platinum3 sheen of her hair. The leaf-green velvet4 frock she wore clung to the delicate lines of her
figure. She looked very young and a little frightened.
The three men were arrested for a moment looking at her. Johnson’s eyes showed a sudden
man anxious to get on with his job. Hercule Poirot’s eyes were deeply appreciative9 (as she saw)
but the appreciation10 was not for her beauty, but for the effective use she made of it. She did not
know that he was thinking to himself:
“Jolie mannequin, la petite. Mais elle a les yeux durs.”
Colonel Johnson was thinking:
“Damned good-looking girl. George Lee will have trouble with her if he doesn’t look out.
Got an eye for a man all right.”
Superintendent Sugden was thinking:
“Empty-headed vain piece of goods. Hope we get through with her quickly.”
“Will you sit down, Mrs. Lee? Let me see, you are—?”
“Mrs. George Lee.”
She accepted the chair with a warm smile of thanks. “After all,” the glance seemed to say,
“although you are a man and a policeman, you are not so dreadful after all.”
The tail end of the smile included Poirot. Foreigners were so susceptible11 where women were
concerned. About Superintendent Sugden she did not bother.
“It’s all so terrible. I feel so frightened.”
know, but it’s all over now. We just want an account from you of what happened this evening.”
She cried out:
“But I don’t know anything about it—I don’t indeed.”
“We only arrived here yesterday. George would make me come here for Christmas! I wish
we hadn’t. I’m sure I shall never feel the same again!”
“Very upsetting—yes.”
“I hardly know George’s family, you see. I’ve only seen Mr. Lee once or twice—at our
wedding and once since. Of course I’ve seen Alfred and Lydia more often, but they’re really all
quite strangers to me.”
Again the wide-eyed frightened-child look. Again Hercule Poirot’s eyes were appreciative—
and again he thought to himself:
“Elle joue très bien la comédie, cette petite. . . .”
“Yes, yes,” said Colonel Johnson. “Now just tell me about the last time you saw your father-
in-law—Mr. Lee—alive.”
“Oh, that! That was this afternoon. It was dreadful!”
Johnson said quickly:
“Dreadful? Why?”
“They were so angry!”
“Who was angry?”
“Oh, all of them . . . I don’t mean George. His father didn’t say anything to him. But all the
others.”
“What happened exactly?”
“Well, when we got there—he asked for all of us—he was speaking into the telephone—to
did something quite dreadful. And then he said something about his wife—she’s dead long ago—
but she had the brains of a louse, he said, and David sprang up and looked as though he’d like to
murder him—Oh!” She stopped suddenly, her eyes alarmed. “I didn’t mean that—I didn’t mean it
at all!”
Colonel Johnson said soothingly17:
“Quite—quite, figure of speech, that was all.”
“Hilda, that’s David’s wife, quieted him down and—well, I think that’s all. Mr. Lee said he
didn’t want to see anyone again that evening. So we all went away.”
“And that was the last time you saw him?”
“Yes. Until—until—”
She shivered.
Colonel Johnson said:
“Yes, quite so. Now, where were you at the time of the crime?”
“Oh—let me see, I think I was in the drawing room.”
“Aren’t you sure?”
She said:
“Of course! How stupid of me . . . I’d gone to telephone. One gets so mixed up.”
“You were telephoning, you say. In this room?”
“Yes, that’s the only telephone except the one upstairs in my father-in-law’s room.”
Superintendent Sugden said:
“Was anybody else in the room with you?”
Her eyes widened.
“Oh, no, I was quite alone.”
“Had you been here long?”
“Well—a little time. It takes some time to put a call through in the evening.”
“It was a trunk call, then?”
“Yes—to Westeringham.”
“I see.”
“And then?”
“And then there was that awful scream—and everybody running—and the door being locked
and having to break it down. Oh! It was like a nightmare! I shall always remember it!”
“No, no,” Colonel Johnson’s tone was mechanically kind. He went on:
“Did you know that your father-in-law kept a quantity of valuable diamonds in his safe?”
Hercule Poirot said:
“Diamonds worth about ten thousand pounds.”
“Well,” said Colonel Johnson, “I think that’s all for the present. We needn’t bother you any
further, Mrs. Lee.”
“Oh, thank you.”
She stood up—smiled from Johnson to Poirot—the smile of a grateful little girl, then she
Colonel Johnson called:
“Will you ask your brother-in-law, Mr. David Lee, to come here?” Closing the door after her,
he came back to the table.
“Well,” he said, “what do you think? We’re getting at some of it now! You notice one thing:
George Lee was telephoning when he heard the scream! His wife was telephoning when she heard
it! That doesn’t fit—it doesn’t fit at all.”
He added:
“What do you think, Sugden?”
The superintendent said slowly:
“I don’t want to speak offensively of the lady, but I should say that though she’s the kind who
would be first class at getting money out a gentleman, I don’t think she’s the kind who’d cut a
gentleman’s throat. That wouldn’t be her line at all.”
“Ah, but one never knows, mon vieux,” murmured Poirot.
The chief constable turned round on him.
“And you, Poirot, what do you think?”
“I would say that the character of the late Mr. Simeon Lee begins to emerge for us. It is there,
I think, that the whole importance of the case lies . . . in the character of the dead man.”
Superintendent Sugden turned a puzzled face to him.
“I don’t quite get you, Mr. Poirot,” he said. “What exactly has the character of the deceased
got to do with his murder?”
Poirot said dreamily:
“The character of the victim has always something to do with his or her murder. The frank
and unsuspicious mind of Desdemona was the direct cause of her death. A more suspicious
woman would have seen Iago’s machinations and circumvented26 them much earlier. The
uncleanness of Marat directly invited his end in a bath. From the temper of Mercutio’s mind came
his death at the sword’s point.”
Colonel Johnson pulled his moustache.
“What exactly are you getting at, Poirot?”
“I am telling you that because Simeon Lee was a certain kind of man, he set in motion certain
forces, which forces in the end brought about his death.”
“You don’t think the diamonds had anything to do with it, then?”
Poirot smiled at the honest perplexity in Johnson’s face.
thousand pounds worth of uncut diamonds in his safe! You have not there the action of every
man.”
“That’s very true, Mr. Poirot,” said Superintendent Sugden, nodding his head with the air of a
man who at last sees what a fellow conversationalist is driving at. “He was a queer one, Mr. Lee
was. He kept those stones there so he could take them out and handle them and get the feeling of
the past back. Depend upon it, that’s why he never had them cut.”
Poirot nodded energetically.
The superintendent looked a little doubtful at the compliment, but Colonel Johnson cut in:
“There’s something else, Poirot. I don’t know whether it has struck you—”
“Mais oui,” said Poirot. “I know what you mean. Mrs. George Lee, she let the cat out of the
bag more than she knew! She gave us a pretty impression of that last family meeting. She indicates
—oh! so naïvely—that Alfred was angry with his father—and that David looked as ‘though he
could murder him.’ Both those statements I think were true. But from them we can draw our own
reconstruction29. What did Simeon Lee assemble his family for? Why should they have arrived in
time to hear him telephoning to his lawyer? Parbleu, it was no error, that. He wanted them to hear
it! The poor old one, he sits in his chair and he has lost the diversions of his younger days. So he
invents a new diversion for himself. He amuses himself by playing upon the cupidity and the
greed of human nature—yes, and on its emotions and its passions, too! But from that arises one
further deduction30. In his game of rousing the greed and emotion of his children, he would not omit
anyone. He must, logically and necessarily, have had his dig at Mr. George Lee as well as at the
others! His wife is carefully silent about that. At her, too, he may have shot a poisoned arrow or
two. We shall find out, I think, from others, what Simeon Lee had to say to George Lee and
George Lee’s wife—”
He broke off. The door opened and David Lee came in.
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