鸽群中的猫20

Nineteen

CONSULTATION¹ CONTINUED

I“Two murders at Meadowbank,” repeated Poirot thoughtfully.

“We’ve given you the facts,” said Kelsey. “If you’ve any ideas—”

“Why the Sports Pavilion?” said Poirot. “That was your question, wasn’t it?” he said to Adam.

“Well, now we have the answer. Because in the Sports Pavilion there was a tennis racquetcontaining a fortune in jewels. Someone knew about that racquet. Who was it? It could have beenMiss Springer herself. She was, so you all say, rather peculiar² about that Sports Pavilion. Dislikedpeople coming there—unauthorized people, that is to say. She seemed to be suspicious of theirmotives. Particularly was that so in the case of Mademoiselle Blanche.”

“Mademoiselle Blanche,” said Kelsey thoughtfully.

Hercule Poirot again spoke³ to Adam.

“You yourself considered Mademoiselle Blanche’s manner odd where it concerned the SportsPavilion?”

“She explained,” said Adam. “She explained too much. I should never have questioned her rightto be there if she had not taken so much trouble to explain it away.”

Poirot nodded.

“Exactly. That certainly gives one to think. But all we know is that Miss Springer was killed inthe Sports Pavilion at one o’clock in the morning when she had no business to be there.”

He turned to Kelsey.

“Where was Miss Springer before she came to Meadowbank?”

“We don’t know,” said the Inspector⁴. “She left her last place of employment,” he mentioned afamous school, “last summer. Where she has been since we do not know.” He added dryly: “Therewas no occasion to ask the question until she was dead. She has no near relatives, nor, apparently,any close friends.”

“She could have been in Ramat, then,” said Poirot thoughtfully.

“I believe there was a party of schoolteachers out there at the time of the trouble,” said Adam.

“Let us say, then, that she was there, that in some way she learned about the tennis racquet. Letus assume that after waiting a short time to familiarize herself with the routine at Meadowbank shewent out one night to the Sports Pavilion. She got hold of the racquet and was about to remove thejewels from their hiding place when—” he paused—“when someone interrupted her. Someonewho had been watching her? Following her that evening? Whoever it was had a pistol—and shother—but had no time to prise out the jewels, or to take the racquet away, because people wereapproaching the Sports Pavilion who had heard the shot.”

He stopped.

“You think that’s what happened?” asked the Chief Constable⁵.

“I do not know,” said Poirot. “It is one possibility. The other is that that person with the pistolwas there first, and was surprised by Miss Springer. Someone whom Miss Springer was alreadysuspicious of. She was, you have told me, that kind of woman. A noser out of secrets.”

“And the other woman?” asked Adam.

Poirot looked at him. Then, slowly, he shifted his gaze to the other two men.

“You do not know,” he said. “And I do not know. It could have been someone from outside—?”

His voice half asked a question.

Kelsey shook his head.

“I think not. We have sifted⁶ the neighbourhood very carefully. Especially, of course, in the caseof strangers. There was a Madam Kolinsky staying nearby—known to Adam here. But she couldnot have been concerned in either murder.”

“Then it comes back to Meadowbank. And there is only one method to arrive at the truth—elimination.”

Kelsey sighed.

“Yes,” he said. “That’s what it amounts to. For the first murder, it’s a fairly open field. Almostanybody could have killed Miss Springer. The exceptions are Miss Johnson and Miss Chadwick—and a child who had the earache⁷. But the second murder narrows things down. Miss Rich, MissBlake and Miss Shapland are out of it. Miss Rich was staying at the Alton Grange Hotel, twentymiles away, Miss Blake was at Littleport on Sea, Miss Shapland was in London at a nightclub, theNid Sauvage, with Mr. Dennis Rathbone.”

“And Miss Bulstrode was also away, I understand?”

Adam grinned. The Inspector and the Chief Constable looked shocked.

“Miss Bulstrode,” said the Inspector severely⁸, “was staying with the Duchess of Welsham.”

“That eliminates Miss Bulstrode then,” said Poirot gravely. “And leaves us—what?”

“Two members of the domestic staff who sleep in, Mrs. Gibbons and a girl called Doris Hogg. Ican’t consider either of them seriously. That leaves Miss Rowan and Mademoiselle Blanche.”

“And the pupils, of course.”

Kelsey looked startled.

“Surely you don’t suspect them?”

“Frankly, no. But one must be exact.”

Kelsey paid no attention to exactitude. He plodded⁹ on.

“Miss Rowan has been here over a year. She has a good record. We know nothing against her.”

“So we come, then, to Mademoiselle Blanche. It is there that the journey ends.”

There was a silence.

“There’s no evidence,” said Kelsey. “Her credentials¹⁰ seem genuine enough.”

“They would have to be,” said Poirot.

“She snooped,” said Adam. “But snooping isn’t evidence of murder.”

“Wait a minute,” said Kelsey, “there was something about a key. In our first interview with her—I’ll look it up—something about the key of the Pavilion falling out of the door and she picked itup and forgot to replace it—walked out with it and Springer bawled¹¹ her out.”

“Whoever wanted to go out there at night and look for the racquet would have had to have a keyto get in with,” said Poirot. “For that, it would have been necessary to take an impression of thekey.”

“Surely,” said Adam, “in that case she would never have mentioned the key incident to you.”

“That doesn’t follow,” said Kelsey. “Springer might have talked about the key incident. If so,she might think it better to mention it in a casual fashion.”

“It is a point to be remembered,” said Poirot.

“It doesn’t take us very far,” said Kelsey.

He looked gloomily at Poirot.

“There would seem,” said Poirot, “(that is, if I have been informed correctly), one possibility.

Julia Upjohn’s mother, I understand, recognized someone here on the first day of term. Someonewhom she was surprised to see. From the context, it would seem likely that that someone wasconnected with foreign espionage¹². If Mrs. Upjohn definitely points out Mademoiselle as theperson she recognized, then I think we could proceed with some assurance.”

“Easier said than done,” said Kelsey. “We’ve been trying to get in contact with Mrs. Upjohn,but the whole thing’s a headache! When the child said a bus, I thought she meant a proper coachtour, running to schedule, and a party all booked together. But that’s not it at all. Seems she’s justtaking local buses to anyplace she happens to fancy! She’s not done it through Cook’s or arecognized travel agency. She’s all on her own, wandering about. What can you do with a womanlike that? She might be anywhere. There’s a lot of Anatolia!”

“It makes it difficult, yes,” said Poirot.

“Plenty of nice coach tours,” said the Inspector in an injured voice. “All made easy for you—where you stop and what you see, and all-in fares so that you know exactly where you are.”

“But clearly, that kind of travel does not appeal to Mrs. Upjohn.”

“And in the meantime, here we are,” went on Kelsey. “Stuck! That Frenchwoman can walk outany moment she chooses. We’ve nothing on which we could hold her.”

Poirot shook his head.

“She will not do that.”

“You can’t be sure.”

“I am sure. If you have committed murder, you do not want to do anything out of character, thatmay draw attention to you. Mademoiselle Blanche will remain here quietly until the end of theterm.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I am sure I am right. And remember, the person whom Mrs. Upjohn saw, does not know thatMrs. Upjohn saw her. The surprise when it comes will be complete.”

Kelsey sighed.

“If that’s all we’ve got to go on—”

“There are other things. Conversation, for instance.”

“Conversation?”

“It is very valuable, conversation. Sooner or later, if one has something to hide, one says toomuch.”

“Gives oneself away?” The Chief Constable sounded sceptical.

“It is not quite so simple as that. One is guarded about the thing one is trying to hide. But oftenone says too much about other things. And there are other uses for conversation. There are theinnocent people who know things, but are unaware¹³ of the importance of what they know. And thatreminds me—”

He rose to his feet.

“Excuse me, I pray. I must go and demand of Miss Bulstrode if there is someone here who candraw.”

“Draw?”

“Draw.”

“Well,” said Adam, as Poirot went out. “First girls’ knees, and now draughtsmanship! Whatnext, I wonder?”

II

Miss Bulstrode answered Poirot’s questions without evincing any surprise.

“Miss Laurie is our visiting Drawing Mistress,” she said briskly. “But she isn’t here today.

What do you want her to draw for you?” she added in a kindly¹⁴ manner as though to a child.

“Faces,” said Poirot.

“Miss Rich is good at sketching¹⁵ people. She’s clever at getting a likeness¹⁷.”

“That is exactly what I need.”

Miss Bulstrode, he noted¹⁸ with approval, asked him no questions as to his reasons. She merelyleft the room and returned with Miss Rich.

After introductions, Poirot said: “You can sketch¹⁶ people? Quickly? With a pencil?”

Eileen Rich nodded.

“I often do. For amusement.”

“Good. Please, then, sketch for me the late Miss Springer.”

“That’s difficult. I knew her for such a short time. I’ll try.” She screwed up her eyes, then beganto draw rapidly.

“Bien,” said Poirot, taking it from her. “And now, if you please, Miss Bulstrode, Miss Rowan,Mademoiselle Blanche and—yes—the gardener Adam.”

Eileen Rich looked at him doubtfully, then set to work. He looked at the result, and noddedappreciatively.

“You are good—you are very good. So few strokes—and yet the likeness is there. Now I willask you to do something more difficult. Give, for example, to Miss Bulstrode a different hairarrangement. Change the shape of her eyebrows¹⁹.”

Eileen stared at him as though she thought he was mad.

“No,” said Poirot. “I am not mad. I make an experiment, that is all. Please do as I ask.”

In a moment or two she said: “Here you are.”

“Excellent. Now do the same for Mademoiselle Blanche and Miss Rowan.”

When she had finished he lined up the three sketches²⁰.

“Now I will show you something,” he said. “Miss Bulstrode, in spite of the changes you havemade is still unmistakably Miss Bulstrode. But look at the other two. Because their features arenegative, and since they have not Miss Bulstrode’s personality, they appear almost differentpeople, do they not?”

“I see what you mean,” said Eileen Rich.

She looked at him as he carefully folded the sketches away.

“What are you going to do with them?” she asked.

“Use them,” said Poirot.

 

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