I reported to Beck as soon as I got to London.
He waved his cigar at me.
“There might have been something in that idiotic2 crescent idea of yours after all,” he allowed.
“I’ve turned up something at last, have I?”
“I won’t go as far as that, but I’ll just say that you may have. Our construction engineer, Mr.
Ramsay of 62, Wilbraham Crescent, is not all he seems. Some very curious assignments he’s takenon lately. Genuine firms, but firms without much back history, and what history they have, rather apeculiar one. Ramsay went off at a minute’s notice about five weeks ago. He went to Rumania.”
“That’s not what he told his wife.”
“Possibly not, but that’s where he went. And that’s where he is now. We’d like to know a bitmore about him. So you can stir your stumps3, my lad, and get going. I’ve got all the visas readyfor you, and a nice new passport. Nigel Trench4 it will be this time. Rub up your knowledge of rareplants in the Balkans. You’re a botanist5.”
“Any special instructions?”
“No. We’ll give you your contact when you pick up your papers. Find out all you can about ourMr. Ramsay.” He looked at me keenly. “You don’t sound as pleased as you might be.” He peeredthrough the cigar smoke.
“It’s always pleasant when a hunch6 pays off,” I said evasively.
“Right Crescent, wrong number. 61 is occupied by a perfectly7 blameless builder. Blameless inour sense, that is. Poor old Hanbury got the number wrong, but he wasn’t far off.”
“Have you vetted8 the others? Or only Ramsay?”
“Diana Lodge9 seems to be as pure as Diana. A long history of cats. McNaughton was vaguelyinteresting. He’s a retired10 professor, as you know. Mathematics. Quite brilliant, it seems. Resignedhis Chair quite suddenly on the grounds of ill-health. I suppose that may be true—but he seemsquite hale and hearty11. He seems to have cut himself off from all his old friends, which is ratherodd.”
“The trouble is,” I said, “that we get to thinking that everything that everybody does is highlysuspicious.”
“You may have got something there,” said Colonel Beck. “There are times when I suspect you,Colin, of having changed over to the other side. There are times when I suspect myself of havingchanged over to the other side, and then having changed back again to this one! All a jolly mix-up.”
My plane left at ten p.m. I went to see Hercule Poirot first. This time he was drinking a sirop decassis (Black currant to you and me). He offered me some. I refused. George brought me whisky.
Everything as usual.
“You look depressed,” said Poirot.
“Not at all. I’m just off abroad.”
He looked at me. I nodded.
“So it is like that?”
“Yes, it is like that.”
“I wish you all success.”
“Thank you. And what about you, Poirot, how are you getting along with your homework?”
“Pardon?”
“What about the Crowdean Clocks Murder—Have you leaned back, closed your eyes and comeup with all the answers?”
“I have read what you left here with great interest,” said Poirot.
“Not much there, was there? I told you these particular neighbours were a wash-out—”
“On the contrary. In the case of at least two of these people very illuminating12 remarks weremade—”
“Which of them? And what were the remarks?”
Poirot told me in an irritating fashion that I must read my notes carefully.
“You will see for yourself then—It leaps to the eye. The thing to do now is to talk to moreneighbours.”
“There aren’t any more.”
“There must be. Somebody has always seen something. It is an axiom.”
“It may be an axiom but it isn’t so in this case. And I’ve got further details for you. There hasbeen another murder.”
“Indeed? So soon? That is interesting. Tell me.”
I told him. He questioned me closely until he got every single detail out of me. I told him, too,of the postcard I had passed on to Hardcastle.
“Remember—four one three—or four thirteen,” he repeated. “Yes—it is the same pattern.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Poirot closed his eyes.
“That postcard lacks only one thing, a fingerprint13 dipped in blood.”
I looked at him doubtfully.
“What do you really think of this business?”
“It grows much clearer—as usual, the murderer cannot let well alone.”
“But who’s the murderer?”
Poirot craftily14 did not reply to that.
“Whilst you are away, you permit that I make a few researches?”
“Such as?”
“Tomorrow I shall instruct Miss Lemon to write a letter to an old lawyer friend of mine, Mr.
Enderby. I shall ask her to consult the marriage records at Somerset House. She will also send forme a certain overseas cable.”
“I’m not sure that’s fair,” I objected. “You’re not just sitting and thinking.”
“That is exactly what I am doing! What Miss Lemon is to do, is to verify for me the answersthat I have already arrived at. I ask not for information, but for confirmation15.”
“I don’t believe you know a thing, Poirot! This is all bluff16. Why, nobody knows yet who thedead man is—”
“I know.”
“What’s his name?”
“I have no idea. His name is not important. I know, if you can understand, not who he is butwho he is.”
“A blackmailer17?”
Poirot closed his eyes.
“A private detective?”
Poirot opened his eyes.
“I say to you a little quotation18. As I did last time. And after that I say no more.”
He recited with the utmost solemnity:
“Dilly, dilly, dilly—Come and be killed.”
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