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“good,” said poirot. “we are colleagues. eh bien, you will put me, if you please, au courant of the situation.”
he listened with close attention whilst mr. satterthwaite outlined the steps they had taken since returning to england. mr. satterthwaite was a good narrator. he had the ¹ of creating an atmosphere, of painting a picture. his description of the abbey, of the servants, of the chief ² was admirable. poirot was warm in his ³ of the discovery by sir charles of the unfinished letters under the fire.
“ah, mais c’est magnifique, ?a! ” he exclaimed ecstatically. “the ⁴, the ⁵ - perfect! you should have been a great detective, sir charles, instead of a great actor.”
sir charles received these plaudits with becoming ⁶ - his own particular brand of modesty. he had not received compliments on his stage performances for many years without perfecting a manner of acknowledging them.
“your observation, too, it was very just,” said poirot, turning to mr. satterthwaite. “that point of yours about his sudden familiarity with the butler.”
“do you think there is anything in this mrs. de rushbridger idea?”
asked sir charles eagerly.
“it is an idea. it suggests - well, it suggests several things, does it not?”
nobody was quite sure about the several things, but nobody liked to say so, so there was merely an ^{7 8}.
sir charles took up the tale next. he described his and egg’s visit to mrs. babbington and its rather negative result.
“and now you’re up to date,” he said. “you know what we do. tell us: how does it all strike you?”
he leaned forward, boyishly eager.
poirot was silent for some minutes. the other three watched him. he said at last:
“can you remember at all, mademoiselle, what type of port glass sir bartholomew had on his table?”
sir charles interposed just as egg was shaking her head vexedly.
“i can tell you that.”
he got up and went to the cupboard, where he took out some heavy cut-glass sherry glasses.
“they were a slightly different shape, of course - more rounded - proper port shape. he got them at old lammersfield’s sale - a whole set of table glass. i admired them, and as there were more than they needed, he passed some of them on to me. they’re good, aren’t they?”
poirot took the glass and turned it about in his hand.
“yes,” he said. “they are fine ⁹. i thought something of that kind had been used.”
“why?” cried egg.
poirot merely smiled at her.
“yes,” he went on, “the death of sir bartholomew strange could be explained easily enough; but the death of stephen babbington is more difficult. ah, if only it had been the other way about!”
“what do you mean, the other way about?” asked mr. satterthwaite. poirot turned to him.
“consider, my friend. sir bartholomew is a ¹⁰ doctor. there might be many reasons for the death of a celebrated doctor. a doctor knows secrets, my friend, important secrets. a doctor has certain powers. imagine a patient on the borderline of ¹¹. a word from the doctor, and the will be shut away from the world - what a temptation to an unbalanced brain! a doctor may have suspicions about the sudden death of his patients - oh, yes, we can find plenty of ¹² for the death of a doctor.
“now, as i say, if only it had been the other way about. if sir bartholomew strange had died first and then stephen babbington. for stephen babbington might have seen something - might have suspected something about the first death.”
he sighed and then resumed.
“but one cannot have a case as one would like to have it. one must take a case as it is. just one little idea i should like to suggest. i suppose it is not possible that stephen babbington’s death was an accident - that the poison (if poison there was) was intended for sir bartholomew strange, and that, the wrong man was killed.”
“that’s an ingenious idea,” said sir charles. his face, which had brightened, fell again. “but i don’t believe it will work. babbington came into this room about four minutes before he was taken ill. during that time the only thing that passed his lips was half a ¹⁴ - there was nothing in the cocktail - ”
poirot interrupted him.
“that you have already told me - but suppose, for the sake of argument, that there was something in that cocktail. could it have been intended for sir bartholomew strange and did mr. babbington drink it by mistake?”
sir charles shook his head.
“nobody who knew tollie at all well would have tried poisoning him in a cocktail.
why?”
“because he never drank them.”
“never?”
“never.”
poirot made a gesture of ¹⁵.
“ah - this business - it goes all wrong. it does not make sense ... ”
“besides,” went on sir charles, “i don’t see how any one glass could have been mistaken for another - or anything of that kind. temple carried them round on a tray and everyone helped themselves to any glass they fancied.”
“true,” murmured poirot. “one cannot force a cocktail like one forces a card. what is she like, this temple of yours? she is the maid who admitted me tonight - yes?”
“that’s right. i’ve had her three or four years - nice steady girl - knows her work. i don’t know where she came from - miss milray would know all about that.”
“miss milray, that is your secretary? the tall woman - somewhat of the grenadier?”
“very much of the grenadier,” agreed sir charles.
“i have dined with you before on various occasions, but i do not think i met her until that night.”
“no, she doesn’t usually dine with us. it was a question of thirteen, you see.”
sir charles explained the circumstances, to which poirot listened very ¹⁶.
“it was her own suggestion that she should be present? i see.”
he remained lost in thought a minute, then she said:
“might i speak to this parlourmaid of yours, this temple?”
“certainly, my dear fellow.”
sir charles pressed a bell. it was answered ¹⁷.
“you rang, sir?”
temple was a tall girl of thirty-two or three. she had a certain smartness - her hair was well brushed and ¹⁸, but she was not pretty. her manner was calm and efficient.
“m. poirot wants to ask you a few questions,” said sir charles. temple transferred her superior gaze to poirot.
“we are talking of the night when mr. babbington died here,” said poirot. “you remember that night?”
“oh, yes, sir.”
“i want to know exactly how ¹⁹ were served.”
“i beg your pardon, sir.”
“i want to know about the cocktails. did you mix them?”
“no, sir, sir charles liked doing that himself. i brought in the bottle - the vermouth, the gin, and all that.”
“where did you put them?”
“on the table there, sir.”
she indicated a table by the wall.
“the tray with the glasses stood here, sir. sir charles, when he had finished mixing and shaking, poured out the cocktails into the glasses. then i took the tray round and handed it to the ladies and gentlemen.”
“were all the cocktails on the tray you handed?”
“sir charles gave one to miss lytton ²⁰, sir; he was talking to her at the time, and he took his own. and mr. satterthwaite - ” her eyes shifted to him for a moment “ - came and fetched one for a lady - miss wills, i think it was.”
“quite right,” said mr. satterthwaite.
“the others i handed, sir; i think everyone took one except sir bartholomew.”
“will you be so very obliging, temple, as to repeat the performance. let us put cushions for some of the people. i stood here, i remember - miss sutcliffe was there.”
with mr. satterthwaite’s help, the scene was reconstructed. mr. satterthwaite was observant. he remembered fairly well where everyone had been in the room. then temple did her round. they ²¹ that she had started with mrs. dacres, gone on to miss sutcliffe and poirot, and had then come to mr. babbington, lady mary and mr. satterthwaite, who had been sitting together.
this agreed with mr. satterthwaite’s recollection.
finally temple was dismissed.
“pah,” cried poirot. “it does not make sense. temple is the last person to handle those cocktails, but it was impossible for her to ²² with them in any way, and, as i say, one cannot force a cocktail on a particular person.”
“it’s ²³ to take the one nearest to you,” said sir charles.
“possibly that might work by handing the tray to the person first - but then it would be very uncertain. the glasses are close together; one does not look particularly nearer than another. no, no, such a ²⁴ method could not adopted. tell me, mr. satterthwaite, did mr. babbington put his cocktail down, or did he retain it in his hand?”
“he put it down on this table.”
“did anyone come near that table after he had done so?”
“no. i was the nearest person to him, and i assure you i did not tamper with it in any way - even if i could have done so unobserved.”
mr. satterthwaite ²⁵ rather stiffly. poirot hastened to apologise.
“no, no, i am not making an ²⁶ - quelle idée! but i want to be very sure of my facts. according to the analysis there was nothing out of the way in that cocktail - now it seems that, apart from that analysis there could have been nothing put in it. the same results from two different tests. but mr. babbington ate or drank nothing else, and if he was poisoned by pure ²⁷, death would have resulted very rapidly. you see where that leads us?”
“nowhere, damn it all,” said sir charles.
“i would not say that - no, i would not say that. it suggests a very ²⁸ idea - which i hope and trust cannot be true. no, of course it is not true - the death of sir bartholomew proves that ... and yet - ”
he frowned, lost in thought. the others watched him ²⁹. he looked up.
“you see my point, do you not? mrs. babbington was not at melfort abbey, therefore mrs. babbington is cleared of suspicion.”
poirot smiled beneficently.
“no? it is a curious thing that. the idea occurred to me at once - but at once. if the poor gentleman is not poisoned by the cocktail, then he must have been poisoned a very few minutes before entering the house. what way could there be? a capsule? something, perhaps, to prevent indigestion. but who, then, could tamper with that? only a wife. who might, perhaps, have a ¹³ that no one outside could possibly suspect? again a wife.”
“but they were ³⁰ to each other,” cried egg indignantly. “you don’t understand a bit.”
poirot smiled ³¹ at her.
“no. that is valuable. you know, but i do not. i see the facts unbiased by any preconceived notions. and let me tell you something, mademoiselle - in the course of my experience i have known five cases of wives murdered by devoted husband, and twenty-two of husbands murdered by devoted wives. les femmes, they obviously keep up appearances better.”
“i think you’re ³² horrid,” said egg. “i know the babbingtons are not like that. it’s - it’s monstrous!”
“murder is monstrous, mademoiselle,” said poirot, and there was a sudden sternness in his voice.
he went on in a ³³ tone.
“but i - who see only the facts - agree that mrs. babbington did not do this thing. you see, she was not at melfort abbey. no, as sir charles had already said, the ³⁴ must lie on a person who was present on both occasions - one of the seven on your list.”
there was a silence.
“and how do you advise us to act?” asked satterthwaite.
“you have doubtless already your plan?” suggested poirot.
sir charles cleared his throat.
“the only feasible thing seems to be a process of elimination,” he said. “my idea was to take each person on that list and consider them guilty until they are proved innocent. i mean that we are to feel convinced ourselves that there is a connection between that person and stephen babbington, and we are to use ³⁵ to find out what that connection can be. if we find no connection, then we pass on to the next person.”
“it is good ³⁶, that,” approved poirot. “and your method?”
“that we have not yet had time to discuss. we should welcome your advice on that point, m. poirot. perhaps you yourself - ”
poirot held up a hand.
“my friend, do not ask me to do anything of an active nature. it is my lifelong conviction that any problem is best solved by thought. let me hold what is called, i believe, the watching brief. continue your ³⁷ which sir charles is so ably directing - ”
“and what about me?” thought mr. satterthwaite. “these actors!
always in the limelight playing the star part!”
“you will, perhaps, from time to time require what we may describe as counsel’s opinion. me, i am the counsel.”
he smiled at egg.
“does that strike you as the sense, mademoiselle?”
“excellent,” said egg. “i’m sure your experience will be very useful to us.”
her face looked relieved. she glanced at her watch and gave an ³⁸.
“i must go home. mother will have a fit.”
“i’ll drive you home,” said sir charles.
they went out together.

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