In company with Poirot, I have investigated many strange eases, but none, I think, to compare withthat extraordinary series of events which held our interest over a period of many years, and whichculminated in the ultimate problem brought to Poirot to solve. Our attention was first drawn1 to thefamily history of the Lemesuriers one evening during the war. Poirot and I had but recently cometogether again, renewing the old days of our acquaintanceship in Belgium. He had been handlingsome little matter for the War Office - disposing of it to their entire satisfac-tion; and we had beendining at the Carlton with a Brass2 Hat who paid Poirot heavy compliments in the intervals3 of themeal. The Brass Hat had to rush away to keep an appointment with someone, and we finished ourcoffee in a leisurely4 fashion before following his example.
As we were leaving the room, I was hailed by a voice which struck a familiar note, and turned tosee Captain Vincent Lemesurier, a young fellow whom I had known in France. He was with anolder man whose likeness5 to him proclaimed him to be of the same family. Such proved to be thecase, and he was introduced to us as Mr Hugo Lemesurier, uncle of my young friend.
I did not really know Captain Lemesurier at all intimately, but he was a pleasant young fellow,somewhat dreamy in manner, and I remembered hearing that he belonged to an old and exclusivefamily with a property in Northumberland which dated from before the Reformation. Poirot and Iwere not in a hurry, and at the younger man's invitation, we sat down at the table with our twonew-found friends, and chattered6 pleasantly enough on various matters. The elder Lemesurier wasa man of about forty, with a touch of the scholar in his stooping shoulders; he was engaged at themoment upon some chemical research work for the Government, it appeared.
Our conversation was interrupted by a tall dark young man who strode up to the table, evidentlylabouring under some agitation7 Of mind.
'Thank goodness I've found you bothl' he exclaimed.
'What's the matter, Roger?' 'Your guv'nor, Vincent. Bad fall. Young horse.' The rest trailed off, ashe drew the other aside.
In a few minutes our two friends had hurriedly taken leave of us. Vincent Lemesurier's father hadhad a serious accident while trying a young horse, and was not expected to live until morning.
Vincent had gone deadly white, and appeared almost stunned8 by the news. In a way, I wassurprised - for from the few words he had let fall on the subject while in France, I had gatheredthat he and his father were not on particularly friendly terms, and so his display of filial feelingnow rather astonished me.
The dark young man, who had been introduced to us as a cousin, Mr Roger Lemesurier, remainedbehind, and we three strolled out together.
'Rather a curious business, this,' observed the young man. 'It would interest M. Poirot, perhaps.
I've heard of you, you know, M. Poirot - from Higginson.' (Higginson was our Brass Hat friend.)'He says you're a whale on psychology9.' 'I study the psychology, yes,' admitted my friendcautiously.
'Did you see my cousin's face? He was absolutely bowled over, wasn't he? Do you know why? Agood old-fashioned family cursel Would you care to hear about it?' 'It would be most kind of youto recount it to me.' Roger Lemesurier looked at his watch.
'Lots of time. I'm meeting them at King's Cross. Well, M.
Poirot, the Lemesuriers are an old family. Way back in medieval times, a Lemesurier becamesuspicious of his wife. He found the lady in a compromising situation. She swore that she wasinnocent, but old Baron10 Hugo didn't listen. She had one child, a son - and he swore that the boywas no child of his and should never inherit.
I forget what he did - some pleasing medieval fancy like wallingup the mother and son alive; anyway, he killed them both, and she died protesting her innocenceand solemnly cursing the Lemesuriers forever. No first-born son of a Lemesurier should everinherit - so the curse ran. Well, time passed, and the lady's innocence11 was established beyonddoubt. I believe that Hugo wore a hair shirt and ended up his days on his knees in a monk's cell.
But the curious thing is that from that day to this, no firstborn son ever has succeeded to the estate.
It's gone to brothers, to nephews, to second sons - never to the eldest12 born. Vincent's father was thesecond of five sons, the eldest of whom died in infancy13. Of course, all through the war, Vincenthas been convinced that whoever else was doomed15, he certainly was. But strangely enough, histwo younger brothers have been killed, and he himself has remained unscathed.' 'An interestingfamily history,' said Poirot thoughtfully. 'But now his father is dying, and he, as the eldest son,succeeds?' 'Exactly. A curse has gone rusty16 - unable to stand the strain of modern life.' Poirotshook his head, as though deprecating the other's jesting tone. Roger Lemesurier looked at hiswatch again, and declared that he must be off.
The sequel to the story came on the morrow, when we learned of the tragic17 death of CaptainVincent Lemesurier. He had been travelling north by the Scotch18 mail-train, and during the nightmust have opened the door of the compartment19 and jumped out on the line. The shock of hisfather's accident coming on top of shell-shock was deemed to have caused temporary mentalaberration.
The curious superstition20 prevalent in the Lemesurier family was mentioned, in connection with thenew heir, his father's brother, Ronald Lemesurier, whose only son had died on the Somme.
I suppose our accidental meeting with young Vincent on the last evening of his life quickened ourinterest in anything that pertained21 to the Lemesurier family, for we noted22 with some interest twoyears later the death of Ronald Lemesurier, who had been a confirmed invalid23 at the time of hissuccession to the family estates. His brother John succeeded him, a, a hale, hearty24 man with a boyat Eton.
Certainly an evil destiny overadowedt,ed the Lemesuriers. On hi very next holiday the boymanaged to to shoot himself fatally.
Hia father's death, which occurred quite iite suddenly after being stung by a wasp25, gave the estateover to tl 0 the youngest brother of the five - Hugo, whom we remembered me,neeting on the fatalnight at the Carlton.
Beyond commenting on the extraordinary, nary series of misfortunes which befell theLemesuriers, we had takeaken no personal interest in the matter, but the time was now close :se athand when we were to take a more active part.
One morning 'Mrs Lemesurier' was annos0nounced. She was a tall, active woman, possibly aboutthirty years qjrs of age, who conveyed by her demeanour a great deal of dete:etermination andstrong common sense. She spoke26 with a faint tranansatlantic accent.
'M. Poirot? I am pleased to meet youvou' My husband, Hugo Lemesurier, met you once manyyears age, ago, but you will hardly remember the fact.' 'I recollect27 it perfectly28, madame. It was asat the Carlton.' 'That's quite wonderful of you. NI. Poir.,oirot, I'm very worried.' 'What about,madame?' 'My elder boy - I've two boys, you kno-now' Ronald's eight, and Gerald's six.' 'Proceed,madame: why shouId you bd be worried about little Ronald?' 'M. Poirot, within the last six monthshe he has had three narrow escapes from death: once from drowning - v, - when we were all downat Cornwall this summer; once when he ::he fell from the nursery window; and once fromptomaine poisoninlaing., Perhaps Poirot's face expressed rather to too eloquently29 what he thought,for Mrs Lemesurier hurried on wi with hardly a moment's pause: 'Of course I know you think I'mjust gst a silly fool of a woman, making mountains out of molehills.' 'No, indeed, madame. Anymother mighight be excused for being upset at such occurrences, but I hardly see 'ee where I canbe of any
assistance to you. I am not /ebon D/eu to control the waves; for the nursery window I shouldsuggest some iron bars; and for the food - what can equal a mother's care?' 'But why should thesethings happen to Ronald and not to Gerald?' 'The chance, madame - le hasardl' 'You think so?'
'What do you think, madame - you and your husband?' A shadow crossed Mrs Lemesurier's face.
'It's no good going to Hugo - he won't listen. As perhaps you may have heard, there's supposed tobe a curse on the family no eldest son can succeed. Hugo believes in it. He's wrapped up in thefamily history, and he's superstitious30 to the last degree.
When I go to him with my fears, he just says it's the curse, and we can't escape it. But I'm from theStates, M. Poirot, and over there we don't believe much in curses. We like them as belonging to areal high-toned old family - it gives a sort of cachet, don't you know. I was just a musical comedyactress in a small part when Hugo met me - and I thought his family curse was just too lovely forwords. That kind of thing's all right for telling round the fire on a winter's evening, but when itcomes to one's own children I just adore my children, M. Poirot. I'd do anything for them.' 'So youdecline to believe in the family legend, madame?' 'Can a legend saw through an ivy32 stem?' 'Whatis that you are saying, madame?' cried Poirot, an expression of great astonishment33 on his face.
'I said, can a legend - or a ghost, if you like to call it that - saw through an ivy stem? I'm not sayinganything about Cornwall.
Any boy might go out too far and get into difficulties - though Ronald could swim when he wasfour years old. But the ivy's different. Both the boys were very naughty. They'd discovered theycould climb up and down by the ivy. They were always doing it. One day - Gerald was away at thetime - Ronald did it once too often, and the ivy gave way and he fell. Fortunately he didn't damagehimself seriously. But I went out and examined the ivy: it was cut through, M. Poirot - deliberatelycut through.' 'It is very serious what you are telling me there, madame. Yo say your younger boywas away from home at the moment?' 'Yes.'
'And at the time of the ptomaine poisoning, was he still away?' 'No, they were both there.'
'Curious,' murmured Poirot. 'Now, madame, who are the inmates34 of your establishment?'
'Miss Saunders, the children's governess, and John Gardiner, my husband's secretary - '
Mrs Lemesurier paused, as though slightly embarrassed.
'And who else, madame?'
'Major Roger Lemesurier, whom you also met on that night, I believe, stays with us a good deal.'
'Ah, yes - he is a cousin, is he not?'
'A distant cousin. He does not belong to our branch of the family. Still, I suppose now he is myhusband's nearest relative.
He is a dear fellow, and we are all very fond of him. The boys are devoted35 to him.'
'It was not he who taught them to climb up the ivy?'
'It might have been. He incites36 them to mischief37 often enough.' 'Madame, I apologize for what Isaid to you earlier. The danger is real, and I believe that I can be of assistance. I propose that youshould invite us both to stay with you. Your husband will not object?'
'Oh no. But he will believe it to be all of no use. It makes me furious the way he just sits aroundand expects the boy to die.'
'Calm yourself, madame. Let us make our arrangements methodically.'
Our arrangements were duly made, and the following day saw us flying northward38. Poirot wassunk in a reverie. He came out of it, to remark abruptly39: 'It was from a train such as this thatVincent Lemesurier fell?'
He put a slight accent on the 'fell'.
'You don't suspect foul40 play there, surely?' I asked.
'Has it struck you, Hastings, that some of the Lemesurier deaths were, shall we say, capable ofbeing arranged? Take that of Vincent, for instance. Then the Eton boy - an accident with a gun isalways ambiguous. Supposing this child had fallen from the nursery window and been dashed todeath - what more natural and unsuspicious? But why only the one child, Hastings? Who profitsby the death of the elder child? His younger brother, a child of sevenl Absurdl' 'They mean to doaway with the other later,' I suggested, though with the vaguest ideas as to who 'they' were.
Poirot shook his head as though dissatisfied.
'Ptomaine poisoning,' he mused41. 'Atropine will produce much the same symptoms. Yes, there isneed for our presence.' Mrs Lemesurier welcomed us enthusiastically. Then she took us to herhusband's study and left us with him. He had changed a good deal since I saw him last. Hisshoulders stooped more than ever, and his face had a curious pale grey tinge42. He listened whilePoirot explained our presence in the house.
'How exactly like Sadie's practical common sensei' he said at last. 'Remain by all means, M.
Poirot, and I thank you for coming; but - what is written, is written. The way of the transgressor43 ishard. We Lemesuriers/ enow - none of us can escape the doom14.' Poirot mentioned the sawn-through ivy, but Hugo seemed very little impressed.
'Doubtless some careless gardener - yes, yes, there may be an instrument, but the purpose behindis plain; and I will tell you this, M. Poirot, it cannot be long delayed.' Poirot looked at himattentively.
'Why do you say that?' 'Because I myself am doomed. I went to a doctor last year. I am sufferingfrom an incurable44 disease - the end cannot be much longer delayed; but before I die, Ronald willbe taken. Gerald ill inherit.' 'And if'anything were to happen to your second son also?' 'Nothingwill happen to him; he is not threatened.' 'But if it did?' persisted Poirot.
'My cousin Roger is the next heir.' We were interrupted. A tall man with a good figure and crisplycurling auburn hair entered with a sheaf of paper.
'Never mind about those now, Gardiner,' said Hugo Lemesuder; then he added: 'My secretary, MrGardiner.' The secretary bowed, uttered a few pleasant words and then went out. In spite of hisgood looks, there was something repellent about the man. I said so to Poirot shortly afterwardswhen we were walking round the beautiful old grounds together, and rather to my surprise, heagreed.
'Yes, yes, Hastings, you are right. I do not like him. He is too good-looking. He would be one forthe soft job always. Ah, here are the children.' Mrs Lemesurier was advancing towards us, her twochildren beside her. They were fine-looking boys, the younger dark like his mother, the elder withauburn curls. They shook hands prettily46 enough, and were soon absolutely devoted to Poirot. Wewere next introduced to Miss Saunders, a nondescript female, who completed the party.
For some days we had a pleasant, easy existence - ever vigilant47, but without result. The boys led ahappy normal life and nothing seemed to be amiss. On the fourth day after our arrival Major RogerLemesurier came down to stay. He was little changed, still care-free and debonair48 as of old, withthe same habit of treating all things lightly. He was evidently a great favourite with the boys, whogreeted his arrival with shrieks49 of delight and immediately dragged him off to play wild Indians inthe garden. I noticed that Poirot followed them unobtrusively.
On the following day we were all invited to tea, boys included, with Lady Claygate, whose placeadjoined that of the Lemesuriers.
Mrs Lemesurier suggested that we also should come, but seemed rather relieved when Poirotrefused and declared he would much prefer to remain at home.
Once everyone had started, Poirot got to work. He reminded me of an intelligent terrier. I believethat there was no corner of the house that he left unsearched; yet it was all done so quietly andmethodically that no attention was directed to his movements.
Clearly, at the end, he remained unsatisfied. We had tea on the terrace with Mis Sannders, whohad not been included in the party.
'The boys will enjoy it,' she murmured in her faded way, 'though I hope they will behave nicely,and not damage the flower-beds, or go near the bees -' Poirot paused in the very act of drinking.
He looked like a man who has seen a ghost.
'Bees?' he demanded in a voice of thunder.
'Yes, ]VI. Poirot, bees. Three hives. Lady Claygate is very proud of her bees ' 'Bees?' cried Poirotagain. Then he sprang from the table and walked up and down the terrace with his hands to hishead. I could not imagine why the little man should be so agitated50 at the mere51 mention of bees.
At that moment we heard the car returning. Poirot was on the doorstep a the party alighted.
'Ronaid's been stung,' cried Gerald excitedly.
'It's nothing,' said Mrs Lemesuricr. '!t hasn't even swollen52.
We put ammonia on it.' 'Let me see, my little man,' said Poirot. 'Where wa it?' 'Here, on the side ofmy neck,' said Ronald importantly. 'But it doesn't hurt. Father said: "Keep still - there's a bee onyou." And I kept still, and he took it off, but it stung me first, though it didn't really hurt, only likea pin, and I didn't cry, because I'm so big and going to school next year.' Poirot examined thechild's neck, then drew away again. He took me by the arm and murmured: 'Tonight, moa ami,tonight we have a little affair onl Say nothing - to anyone.' He refused to be more communicative,and I went through the evening devoured53 by curiosity. He retired54 early and I followed hisexample. As we went upstairs, he caught me by the arm and delivered his instructions: 'Do notundress. Wait a sufficient time, extinguish your light and join me here.' I obeyed, and found himwaiting for me when the time came.
He enjoined55 silence on me with a gesture, and we crept quietly along the nursery wing. Ronaldoccupied a small room of his own. We entered it and took up our position in the darkest corner.
The child's breathing sounded heavy and undisturbed.
'Surely he is sleeping very heavily?' I whispered.
Poirot nodded.
'Drugged,' he murmured.
'Why?' 'So that he should not cry out at - ' 'At what?' I asked, as Poirot paused.
'At the prick56 of the hypodermic needle, mon ami! Hush57, let us speak no more - not that I expectanything to happen for some time.'
But in this Poirot was wrong. Hardly ten minutes had elapsed before the door opened softly, andsomeone entered the room. I heard a sound of quick hurried breathing. Footsteps moved to thebed, and then there was a sudden click. The light of a little electric lantern fell on the sleepingchild - the holder58 of it was still invisible in the shadow. The figure laid down the lantern. With theright hand it brought forth45 a syringe; with the left it touched the boy's neck - Poirot and I sprang atthe same minute. The lantern rolled to the floor, and we struggled with the intruder in the dark. Hisstrength was extraordinary. At last we overcame him.
'The light, Hastings, I must see his face - though I fear I know only too well whose face it will be.'
So did I, I thought as I groped for the lantern. For a moment I had suspected the secretary, eggedon by my secret dislike of the man, but I felt assured by now that the man who stood to gain by thedeath of his two childish cousins was the monster we were tracking.
My foot struck against the lantern. I picked it up and switched on the light. It shone full on the faceof- Hugo Lemesurier, the boy's fatherl The lantern almost dropped from my hand.
'Impossible,' I murmured hoarsely59. 'Impossiblel'
Lemesurier was unconscious. Poirot nd I between us carried hi to his room and laid him on theIed. Poirot bent60 and gentl extricated61 something from his right Band. He showed it to me. was ahypodermic syringe. I shuddefed.
'What is in it? Poison?' 'Formic acid, I fancy.' 'Formic acid?' 'Yes. Probably obtained by distillingants. He was a chemis you remember. Death would have been attributed to the bee sting 'My God,'
I muttered. 'His own soul And you expected thisi Poirot nodded gravely.
'Yes. He is insane, of course. I iraagine that the family histor has become a mania62 with him. Hisitatense longing31 to succeed the estate led him to commit the loOg series of crimes. Possibl the ideaoccurred to him first wheo travelling north that nlgl with Vincent. He couldn't bear the predictionto be falsifie Ronald's son was already dead, and Ronald himself was a dyin man - they are aweakly lot. He arrataged the accident to the gut63 and - which I did not suspect until fow - contrivedthe death ? his brother John by this same meod of injecting formic aci. into the jugular64 vein65. Hisambitiota was realized then, and h became the master of the family acreS. But his triumph wasshort lived - he found that he was sufferifg from an incurable diseas And he had the madman'sfixed idea -' the eldest son of a Lemesur ier could not inherit. I suspect that the bathing accidentwas du to him - he encouraged the child to go out too far. That failing he sawed through the ivy,and afterwards poisoned the child' food.' 'Diabolical66!' I murmured with shiver. 'And so cleverlplanned!' 'Yes, raon ami, there is nothing m°re amazing than the extrg ordinary sanity67 of theinsane! UnleSS it is the extraordinar eccentricity68 of the sanel I imagine that it is only lately daat heha completely gone over the borderline, there was method in hi madness to begin with.'
'And to think that I suspected Roger - that splendid fellow.' 'It was the natural assumption, monami. We knew that he also travelled north with Vincent that night. We knew, too, that he was thenext heir after Hugo and Hugo's children. But our assumption was not borne out by the facts. Theivy was sawn through when only little Ronald was at home - but it would be to Roger's interestthat both children should perish. In the same way, it was only Ronald's food that was poisoned.
And today when they came home and I found that there was only his father's word for it thatRonald had been stung, I remembered the other death from a wasp sting - and I knewl'
Hugo Lemesurier died a few months later in the private asylum69 to which he was removed. Hiswidow was remarried a year later to Mr John Gardiner, the auburn- haired secretary. Ronaldinherited the broad acres' of his father, and continues to flourish.
'Well, well,' I remarked to Poirot. 'Another illusion gone. You have disposed very successfully ofthe curse of the Lemesuriers.' 'I wonder,' said Poirot very thoughtfully. 'I wonder very muchindeed.' 'What do you mean?' 'Mon am/, I will answer you with one significant word - redl'
'Blood?' I queried70, dropping my voice to an awestricken whisper.
'Always you have the imagination melodramatic, Hastingsl I refer to something much moreprosaic - the colour of little Ronald Lemesurier's hair.'
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