“Let’s buy a peacock,” said Mrs. Oliver suddenly and unexpectedly. She did not open her eyes asshe made this remark, and her voice was weak though full of indignation.
Three people brought startled eyes to bear upon her. She made a further statement.
“Hit on the head.”
She opened badly focused eyes and endeavoured to make out where she was.
The first thing she saw was a face entirely1 strange to her. A young man who was writing in anotebook. He held the pencil poised2 in his hand.
“Policeman,” said Mrs. Oliver decisively.
“I beg your pardon, Madam?”
“I said you were a policeman,” said Mrs. Oliver. “Am I right?”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Criminal assault,” said Mrs. Oliver and closed her eyes in a satisfied manner. When she openedthem again, she took in her surroundings more fully3. She was in a bed, one of those rather highhygienic-looking hospital beds, she decided4. The kind that you shoot up and down and round andabout. She was not in her own house. She looked round and decided on her environment.
“Hospital, or could be nursing home,” she said.
A sister was standing5 with an air of authority at the door, and a nurse was standing by her bed.
She identified a fourth figure. “Nobody,” said Mrs. Oliver, “could mistake those moustaches. Whatare you doing here, M. Poirot?”
Hercule Poirot advanced towards the bed. “I told you to be careful, Madame,” he said.
“Anyone might lose their way,” said Mrs. Oliver, somewhat obscurely, and added, “My headaches.”
“With good cause. As you surmise6, you were hit on the head.”
“Yes. By the Peacock.”
The policeman stirred uneasily then said, “Excuse me, Madam, you say you were assaulted by apeacock?”
“Of course. I’d had an uneasy feeling for some time—you know, atmosphere.” Mrs. Oliver triedto wave her hand in an appropriate gesture to describe atmosphere, and winced7. “Ouch,” she said,“I’d better not try that again.”
“My patient must not get overexcited,” said the sister with disapproval8.
“Can you tell me where this assault occurred?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea. I’d lost my way. I was coming from a kind of studio. Very badlykept. Dirty. The other young man hadn’t shaved for days. A greasy9 leather jacket.”
“Is this the man who assaulted you?”
“No, it’s another one.”
“If you could just tell me—”
“I am telling you, aren’t I? I’d followed him, you see, all the way from the café—only I’m notvery good at following people. No practice. It’s much more difficult than you’d think.”
Her eyes focused on the policeman. “But I suppose you know all about that. You have courses—in following people, I mean? Oh, never mind, it doesn’t matter. You see,” she said, speakingwith sudden rapidity, “it’s quite simple. I had got off at The World’s End, I think it was, andnaturally I thought he had stayed with the others—or gone the other way. But instead, he came upbehind me.”
“Who was this?”
“The Peacock,” said Mrs. Oliver, “and he startled me, you see. It does startle you when you findthings are the wrong way round. I mean he following you instead of you following him—only itwas earlier—and I had a sort of uneasy feeling. In fact, you know, I was afraid. I don’t know why.
He spoke10 quite politely but I was afraid. Anyway there it was and he said ‘Come up and see thestudio’ and so I came up rather a rickety staircase. A kind of ladder staircase and there was thisother young man—the dirty young man—and he was painting a picture, and the girl was acting11 asmodel. She was quite clean. Rather pretty really. And so there we were and they were quite niceand polite, and then I said I must be getting home, and they told me the right way to get back tothe King’s Road. But they can’t really have told me the right way. Of course I might have made amistake. You know, when people tell you second left and third right, well, you sometimes do it thewrong way round. At least I do. Anyway, I got into a rather peculiar12 slummy part quite close tothe river. The afraid feeling had gone away by then. I must have been quite off my guard when thePeacock hit me.”
“I think she’s delirous,” said the nurse in an explanatory voice.
“No, I’m not,” said Mrs. Oliver. “I know what I’m talking about.”
The nurse opened her mouth, caught the sister’s admonitory eye and shut it again quickly.
“Velvets and satins and long curly hair,” said Mrs. Oliver.
“A peacock in satin? A real peacock, Madam. You thought you saw a peacock near the river inChelsea?”
“A real peacock?” said Mrs. Oliver. “Of course not. How silly. What would a real peacock bedoing down on Chelsea Embankment?”
Nobody appeared to have an answer to this question.
“He struts,” said Mrs. Oliver, “that’s why I nicknamed him a peacock. Shows off, you know.
Vain, I should think. Proud of his looks. Perhaps a lot of other things as well.” She looked atPoirot. “David something. You know who I mean.”
“You say this young man of the name of David assaulted you by striking you on the head?”
“Yes I do.”
Hercule Poirot spoke. “You saw him?”
“I didn’t see him,” said Mrs. Oliver, “I didn’t know anything about it. I just thought I heardsomething behind me, and before I could turn my head to look—it all happened! Just as if a ton ofbricks or something fell on me. I think I’ll go to sleep now,” she added.
She moved her head slightly, made a grimace13 of pain, and relapsed into what appeared to be aperfectly satisfactory unconsciousness.
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