There were six people now in the room with the Harlequin on the wall. A long time had passed.
The police had come and gone.
Andrew Restarick sat like a man stunned1. Once or twice he said the same words. “I can’tbelieve it…” Telephoned for, he had come from his office, and Claudia Reece-Holland had comewith him. In her quiet way, she had been ceaselessly efficient. She had put through telephone callsto lawyers, had rung Crosshedges and two firms of estate agents to try and get in touch with MaryRestarick. She had given Frances Cary a sedative2 and sent her to lie down.
Hercule Poirot and Mrs. Oliver sat side by side on a sofa. They had arrived together at the sametime as the police.
Last of all to arrive, when nearly everyone else had gone, had been a quiet man with grey hairand a gentle manner, Chief Inspector3 Neele of Scotland Yard, who had greeted Poirot with a slightnod, and been introduced to Andrew Restarick. A tall red-haired young man was standing4 by thewindow staring down into the courtyard.
What were they all waiting for? Mrs. Oliver wondered. The body had been removed, thephotographers and other police officers had done their work, they themselves, after being herdedinto Claudia’s bedroom, had been readmitted into the sitting room, where they had been waiting,she supposed, for the Scotland Yard man to arrive.
“If you want me to go,” Mrs. Oliver said to him uncertainly—“Mrs. Ariadne Oliver, aren’t you? No, if you have no objection, I’d rather you remained. I knowit hasn’t been pleasant—”
“It didn’t seem real.”
Mrs. Oliver shut her eyes—seeing the whole thing again. The Peacock Boy, so picturesquelydead that he had seemed like a stage figure. And the girl—the girl had been different—not theuncertain Norma from Crosshedges—the unattractive Ophelia, as Poirot had called her—but somequiet figure of tragic5 dignity—accepting her doom6.
Poirot had asked if he might make two telephone calls. One had been to Scotland Yard, and thathad been agreed to, after the sergeant7 had made a preliminary suspicious inquiry8 on the phone.
The sergeant had directed Poirot to the extension in Claudia’s bedroom, and he had made his callfrom there, closing the door behind him.
The sergeant had continued to look doubtful, murmuring to his subordinate, “They say it’s allright. Wonder who he is? Odd-looking little bloke.”
“Foreign, isn’t he? Might be Special Branch?”
“Don’t think so. It was Chief Inspector Neele he wanted.”
His assistant raised his eyebrows9 and suppressed a whistle.
After making his calls, Poirot had reopened the door and beckoned10 Mrs. Oliver from where shewas standing uncertainly inside the kitchen, to join him. They had sat down side by side onClaudia Reece-Holland’s bed.
“I wish we could do something,” said Mrs. Oliver—always one for action.
“Patience, chère Madame.”
“Surely you can do something?”
“I have. I have rung up the people it is necessary to ring up. We can do nothing here until thepolice have finished their preliminary investigations11.”
“Who did you ring up after the inspector man? Her father? Couldn’t he come and bail12 her out orsomething?”
“Bail is not likely to be granted where murder is concerned,” said Poirot dryly. “The police havealready notified her father. They got his number from Miss Cary.”
“Where is she?”
“Having hysterics in the flat of a Miss Jacobs next door, I understand. She was the one whodiscovered the body. It seems to have upset her. She rushed out of here screaming.”
“She’s the arty one, isn’t she? Claudia would have kept her head.”
“I agree with you. A very—poised young woman.”
“Who did you ring up, then?”
“First, as perhaps you heard, Chief Inspector Neele of Scotland Yard.”
“Will this lot like his coming and meddling13?”
“He is not coming to meddle14. He has of late been making certain inquiries15 for me, which maythrow light on this matter.”
“Oh—I see…Who else did you ring up?”
“Dr. John Stillingfleet.”
“Who’s he? To say that poor Norma is potty and can’t help killing16 people?”
“His qualifications would entitle him to give evidence to that effect in court if necessary.”
“Does he know anything about her?”
“A good deal, I should say. She has been in his care since the day you found her in theShamrock café.”
“Who sent her there?”
Poirot smiled. “I did. I made certain arrangements by telephone before I came to join you at thecafé.”
“What? All the time I was so disappointed in you and kept urging you to do something—youhad done something? And you never told me! Really, Poirot! Not a word! How could you be so—so mean.”
“Do not enrage18 yourself, Madame, I beg. What I did, I did for the best.”
“People always say that when they have done something particularly maddening. What else didyou do?”
“I arranged that my services should be retained by her father, so that I could make the necessaryarrangements for her safety.”
“Meaning this Doctor Stillingwater?”
“Stilling fleet. Yes.”
“How on earth did you manage that? I shouldn’t have thought for a moment that you would bethe kind of person that her father would choose to make all these arrangements. He looks the kindof man who would be very suspicious of foreigners.”
“I forced myself upon him—as a conjurer forces a card. I called upon him, purporting19 to havereceived a letter from him asking me to do so.”
“And did he believe you?”
“Naturally. I showed the letter to him. It was typed on his office stationery20 and signed with hisname—though as he pointed17 out to me, the handwriting was not his.”
“Do you mean you had actually written that letter yourself?”
“Yes. I judged correctly that it would awaken21 his curiosity, and that he would want to see me.
Having got so far, I trusted to my own talents.”
“You told him what you were going to do about this Dr. Stillingfleet?”
“No. I told no one. There was danger, you see.”
“Danger to Norma?”
“To Norma, or Norma was dangerous to someone else. From the very beginning there havealways been the two possibilities. The facts could be interpreted in either way. The attemptedpoisoning of Mrs. Restarick was not convincing—it was delayed too long, it was not a seriousattempt to kill. Then there was an indeterminate story of a revolver shot fired here in BorodeneMansions—and another tale of flick-knives and bloodstains. Every time these things happen,Norma knows nothing about them, cannot remember, etcetera. She finds arsenic22 in a drawer—butdoes not remember putting it there. Claims to have had lapses23 of memory, to have lost longperiods of time when she does not remember what she had been doing. So one has to ask oneself—is what she says true, or did she, for some reason of her own, invent it? Is she a potential victimof some monstrous24 and perhaps crazy plot—or is it she herself who is the moving spirit? Is shepainting a picture of herself as a girl suffering from mental instability, or has she murder in mind,with a defence of diminished responsibility?”
“She was different today,” said Mrs. Oliver slowly. “Did you notice? Quite different. Not—notscatty any longer.”
Poirot nodded.
“Not Ophelia—Iphigeneia.”
A sound of added commotion25 outside in the flat diverted the attention of both of them.
“Do you think—” Mrs. Oliver stopped. Poirot had gone to the window and was looking down tothe courtyard far below. An ambulance was drawn26 up there.
“Are they going to take It away?” asked Mrs. Oliver in a shaky voice. And then added in asudden rush of pity: “Poor Peacock.”
“He was hardly a likeable character,” said Poirot coldly.
“He was very decorative…And so young,” said Mrs. Oliver.
“That is sufficient for les femmes.” Poirot was opening the bedroom door a careful crack, as hepeered out.
“Excuse me,” he said, “if I leave you for a moment.”
“Where are you going?” demanded Mrs. Oliver suspiciously.
“I understood that that was not a question considered delicate in this country,” said Poirotreproachfully.
“Oh, I beg your pardon.
“And that’s not the way to the loo,” she breathed sotto voce after him, as she too applied27 an eyeto the crack of the door.
She went back to the window to observe what was going on below.
“Mr. Restarick has just driven up in a taxi,” she observed when Poirot slipped back quietly intothe room a few minutes later, “and Claudia has come with him. Did you manage to get intoNorma’s room, or wherever you really wanted to go?”
“Norma’s room is in the occupation of the police.”
“How annoying for you. What are you carrying in that kind of black folder28 thing you’ve got inyour hand?”
Poirot in his turn asked a question.
“What have you got in that canvas bag with Persian horses on it?”
“My shopping bag? Only a couple of Avocado pears, as it happens.”
“Then if I may, I will entrust29 this folder to you. Do not be rough with it, or squeeze it, I beg.”
“What is it?”
“Something that I hoped to find—and that I have found—Ah, things begin to pass themselves—” He referred to increased sounds of activities.
Poirot’s words struck Mrs. Oliver as being much more exactly descriptive than English wordswould have been. Restarick, his voice loud and angry. Claudia coming in to telephone. A glimpseof a police stenographer30 on an excursion to the flat next door to take statements from Frances Caryand a mythical31 person called Miss Jacobs. A coming and going of ordered business, and a finaldeparture of two men with cameras.
Then unexpectedly the sudden incursion into Claudia’s bedroom of a tall loosely-jointed youngman with red hair.
Without taking any notice of Mrs. Oliver, he spoke32 to Poirot.
“What’s she done? Murder? Who is it? The boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“She admits it?”
“It would seem so.”
“Not good enough. Did she say so in definite words?”
“I have not heard her do so. I have had no chance of asking her anything myself.”
A policeman looked in.
“Dr. Stillingfleet?” he asked. “The police surgeon would like a word with you.”
Dr. Stillingfleet nodded and followed him out of the room.
“So that’s Dr. Stillingfleet,” said Mrs. Oliver. She considered for a moment or two. “Quitesomething, isn’t he?”
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