PART FIVE DECEMBER 26TH
constable.
“Oh, yes,” he said. “It is the diamonds all right.”
“And you found them where, did you say? In the garden?”
“In one of the small gardens constructed by Madame Alfred Lee.”
“Mrs. Alfred?” Sugden shook his head. “Doesn’t seem likely.”
Poirot said:
“You mean, I suppose, that you do not consider it likely that Mrs. Alfred cut her father-in-
law’s throat?”
Sugden said quickly:
“We know she didn’t do that. I meant it seemed unlikely that she pinched these diamonds.”
Poirot said:
“One would not easily believe her a thief—no.”
Sugden said:
“Anybody could have hidden them there.”
“That is true. It was convenient that in that particular garden—the Dead Sea as it represents—
there happened to be pebbles very similar in shape and appearance.”
Sugden said:
Colonel Johnson said warmly:
“I don’t believe it for a moment. Not for a moment. Why should she take the diamonds in the
first place?”
“Well, as to that—” Sugden said slowly.
Poirot nipped in quickly:
murder. That is to say she knew that murder was going to be done though she herself took no
active part in it.”
Johnson frowned.
“That won’t hold water for a minute. You’re making her out to be an accomplice6—but whose
accomplice would she be likely to be? Only her husband’s. But as we know that he, too, had
nothing to do with the murder, the whole theory falls to the ground.”
“Yes,” he said, “that’s so. No, if Mrs. Lee took the diamonds—and it’s a big if—it was just
with its similarity of pebbles, struck the thief, whoever he or she was, as an ideal hiding place.”
Poirot said:
“That is quite possible. I am always prepared to admit one coincidence.”
Poirot said:
“What is your opinion, Superintendent?”
The superintendent said cautiously:
“Mrs. Lee’s a very nice lady. Doesn’t seem likely that she’d be mixed up in any business that
“In any case, whatever the truth is about the diamonds, her being mixed up in the murder is
out of the question. The butler saw her in the drawing room at the actual time of the crime. You
remember that, Poirot?”
Poirot said:
“I had not forgotten that.”
The chief constable turned to his subordinate.
“We’d better get on. What have you to report? Anything fresh?”
“Yes, sir. I’ve got hold of some new information. To start with—Horbury. There’s a reason
why he might be scared of the police.”
“Robbery? Eh?”
he got off, but I rather fancy he’s got away with a thing or two in that line. Having a guilty
conscience, he probably thought we were on to something of that kind when Tressilian mentioned
a police officer last night and it made him get the wind up.”
The chief constable said:
“H’m! So much for Horbury. What else?”
The superintendent coughed.
“Er—Mrs. George Lee, sir. We’ve got a line on her before her marriage. Was living with a
Commander Jones. Passed as his daughter—but she wasn’t his daughter . . . I think from what
we’ve been told, that old Mr. Lee summed her up pretty correctly—he was smart where women
were concerned, knew a bad lot when he saw one—and was just amusing himself by taking a shot
in the dark. And he got her on the raw!”
Colonel Johnson said thoughtfully:
“That gives her another possible motive—apart from the money angle. She may have thought
he knew something definite and was going to give her away to her husband. That telephone story
of hers is pretty fishy. She didn’t telephone.”
Sugden suggested:
“Why not have them in together, sir, and get at that telephone business straight? See what we
get.”
Colonel Johnson said:
“Good idea.”
He rang the bell. Tressilian answered it.
“Ask Mr. and Mrs. George Lee to come here.”
“Very good, sir.”
As the old man turned away, Poirot said:
“The date on that wall calendar, has it remained like it is since the murder?”
Tressilian turned back.
“Which calendar, sir?”
“The one on the wall over there.”
The three men were sitting once more in Alfred Lee’s small sitting room. The calendar in
question was a large one with tear-off leaves, a bold date on each leaf.
He said:
“Excuse me, sir, it has been torn off. It’s the twenty-sixth today.”
“Ah, pardon. Who would have been the person to tear it off?”
“Mr. Lee does, sir, every morning. Mr. Alfred, he’s a very methodical gentleman.”
“I see. Thank you.”
Tressilian went out. Sugden said, puzzled:
“Is there anything fishy about that calendar, Mr. Poirot? Have I missed something there?”
“The calendar is of no importance. It was just a little experiment I was making.”
Colonel Johnson said:
“Inquest tomorrow. There’ll be an adjournment17, of course.”
Sugden said:
“Yes, sir, I’ve seen the Coroner and it’s all arranged for.”
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