Elephants Can Remember - Christie Agatha - Страница 12

*Murder in Retrospect. [English title: Five Little Pigs.] ^Hallowe'en Party.

His keen, shrewd eyes looked across at Poirot.

"And Monsieur Poirot, if I am not mistaken, has occasionally shown a leaning towards looking into cases, going back, shall we say, for murder, back into the past, twice, perhaps three times." "Three times, certainly," said Superintendent Spence.

"Once, I think I am right, by request of a Canadian girl." "That is so," said Poirot, "A Canadian girl, very vehement, very passionate, very forceful, who had come here to investigate a murder for which her mother had been condemned to death, although she died before sentence was carried out. Her daughter was convinced that her mother had been innocent." "And you agreed?" said Garroway.

"I did not agree," said Poirot, "when she first told me of the matter. But she was very vehement and very sure." "It was natural for a daughter to wish her mother to have been innocent and to try and prove against all appearances that she was innocent," said Spence.

"It was just a little more than that," said Poirot. "She convinced me of the type of woman her mother was." "A woman incapable of murder?" "No," said Poirot, "it would be very difficult, and I am sure both of you agree with me, to think there is anyone quite incapable of murder if one knows what kind of person they are, what led up to it. But in that particular case, the mother never protested her innocence. She appeared to be quite content to be sentenced. That was curious to begin with. Was she a defeatist? It did not seem so. When I began to inquire, it became clear that she was not a defeatist. She was, one would say, almost the opposite of it." Garroway looked interested. He leaned across the table, twisting a bit of bread off the roll on his plate.

"And was she innocent?" "Yes," said Poirot. "She was innocent." "And that surprised you?" "Not by the time I realized it," said Poirot. "There were one or two things-one thing in particular-that showed she could not have been guilty. One fact that nobody had appreciated at the time. Knowing that, one had only to look at what there was, shall we say, on the menu in the way of looking elsewhere."^ Grilled trout was put in front of them at this point.

"There was another case, too, where you looked into the past, not quite in the same way," continued Spence. "A girl who said at a party that she had once seen a murder committed, "if "There again one had to-how shall I put it?-step backward instead of forward," said Poirot. "Yes, that is very true." "And had the girl seen the murder committed?" "No," said Poirot, "because it was the wrong girl. This trout is delicious," he added with appreciation.

"They do all fish dishes very well here," said Superintendent Spence.

He helped himself from the sauce boat proffered to him.

"A most delicious sauce," he added.

Silent appreciation of food filled the next three minutes.

"When Spence came along to me," said Superintendent Garroway, "asking if I remembered anything about the Ravenscroft case, I was intrigued and delighted at once." "You haven't forgotten all about it?" "Not the Ravenscroft case. It wasn't an easy case to forget about." "You agree," said Poirot, "that there were discrepancies about it? Lack of proof, alternative solutions?" "No," said Garroway, "nothing of that kind. All the evidence recorded the visible facts. Deaths of which there were several former examples, yes, all plain sailing. And yet-" "Well?" said Poirot.

*Murder in Retrospect. [English title: Five Little Pigs.] ^Hallowe'en Party.

"And yet it was all wrong," said Garroway.

"Ah," said Spence.

He looked interested.

"That's what you felt once, isn't it?" said Poirot, turning to him.,, "In the case of Mrs. McGinty. Yes." "You weren't satisfied," said Poirot, "when that extremely difficult young man was arrested. He had every reason for doing it, he looked as though he had done it, everyone thought he had done it. But you knew he hadn't done it. You were so sure of it that you came to me and told me to go along to see what I could find out." "See if you could help-and you did help, didn't you?" said Spence.

Poirot sighed.

"Fortunately, yes. But what a tiresome young man he was.

If ever a young man deserved to be hung, not because he had done a murder but because he wouldn't help anyone to prove fhat he hadn't. Now we have the Ravenscroft case. You say, Superintendent Garroway, something was wrong?" "Yes, I felt quite sure of it if you understand what I mean." "I do understand," said Poirot. "And so does Spence. One does come across these things sometimes. The proofs are there, the motive, the opportunity, the clues, the wise en scene, it's all there. A complete blueprint, as you might say.

But all the same, those whose profession it is, know. They know that it's all wrong, just like a critic in the artistic world knows when a picture is all wrong. Knows when it's a fake and not the real thing." "There wasn't anything I could do about it, either," said Superintendent Garroway. "I looked into it, around it, up above it and down below it, as you might say. I talked to the people. There was nothing there. It looked like a suicide pact, it had all the marks of the suicide pact. Alternatively, of course, it could be a husband who shot a wife and then himself, or a wife who shot her husband and then herself. All those three things happen. When one comes across them, one knows they have happened. But in most cases one has some idea of why." "There wasn't any real idea of why in this case, was that it?" said Poirot.

"Yes. That's it. You see, the moment you begin to inquire into a case, to inquire about people and things, you get a very good picture as a rule of what their lives have been like. This was a couple, aging, the husband with a good record, a wife affectionate, pleasant, on good terms together. That's a thing one soon finds out about. They were happy living together.

They went for walks, they played picquet, and poker patience with each other in the evenings. They had children who caused them no particular anxiety. A boy in school in England and a girl in a pensionnat in Switzerland. There was nothing wrong with their lives as far as one could tell. From such medical evidence as one could obtain, there was nothing definitely wrong with their health. The husband had suffered from high blood pressure at one time, but was in good condition by the taking of suitable medicaments which kept him on an even keel. His wife was slightly deaf and had had a little minor heart trouble, nothing to be worried about. Of course it could be, as does happen sometimes, that one or other of them had fears for their health. There are a lot of people who are in good health but are quite convinced they have cancer, are quite sure that they won't live another year. Sometimes that leads to their taking their own life. The Ravenscrofts didn't seem that kind of people. They seemed well balanced and placid." "So what did you really think?" said Poirot.

"The trouble is that I couldn't think. Looking back, I say to myself it was suicide. It could only have been suicide. For some reason or other they decided that life was unbearable to them. Not through financial trouble, not through health difficulties, not because of unhappiness. And there, you see, I came to a full stop. It had all the marks of suicide. I cannot see any other thing that could have happened except suicide.

They went for a walk. On that walk they took a revolver with them. The revolver lay between the two bodies. There were blurred fingerprints of both of them. Both of them in fact had handled it, but there was nothing to show who had fired it last. One tends to think the husband perhaps shot his wife and then himself. That is only because it seems more likely.

Well, why? A great many years have passed. When something reminds me now and again, something I read in the papers of bodies, a husband and wife's bodies somewhere, lying dead, having taken their own lives apparently, I think back and then I wonder again what happened in the Ravenscroft case.