Death On The Nile - Christie Agatha (книги регистрация онлайн .TXT) 📗

"That is my opinion," said Fanthorp.

"He was definitely afraid she might attack Mrs. Doyle?" "No." Fanthorp shook his head. "I don't think that was his idea at all. I think he was afraid she might-er-do something rash to herself." "Suicide?" "Yes. You see, she seemed completely sobered and heartroken at what she had done. She was full of self-reproach. She kept saying she would be better dead." Cornelia said timidly: "I think he was rather upset about her. He spoke quite nicely. He said it was all his fault-that he'd treated her badly. He-he was really very nice." Hercule Poirot nodded thoughtfully.

"Now about the pistol," he went on. "What happened to that?" "She dropped it," said Cornelia.

"And afterwards?" Fanthorp explained how he had gone back to search for it, but had not been able to find it.

"Aha," said Poirot. "Now we begin to arrive. Let us, I pray you, be very precise. Describe to me exactly what happened." "Miss de Bellefort let it fall. Then she kicked it away from her with her foot." "She sort of hated it," explained Cornelia. "I know just what she felt." "And it went under a settee, you say. Now be very careful. Miss de Bellefort did not recover that pistol before she left the saloon?" Both Fanthorp and Cornelia were positive on that point.

"Prcisment. I seek only to be very exact, you comprehend. Then we arrive at this point. When Miss de Bellefort leaves the saloon the pistol is under the settee. And since Miss de Bellefort is not left alone, Mr. Fanthorp, Miss Robson or Miss Bowers being with her, she has no opportunity to get back the pistol after she left the saloon. What time was it, Mr. Fanthorp, when you went back to look for it?" "It must have been just before half-past twelve.' "And how long would have elapsed between the time you and Dr. Bessner carried Mr. Doyle out of the saloon until you returned to look for the pistol?" "Perhaps five minutes-perhaps a little more." "Then in that five minutes some one removes that pistol from where it lay out of sight under the settee. That some one was not Miss de Bellefort. Who was it? It seems highly probable that the person who removed it was the murderer of Mrs.

Doyle. We may assume, too, that that person had overheard or seen something of the events immediately preceding." "I don't see how you make that out," objected Fanthorp.

"Because," said Hercule Poirot. "You have just told us that the pistol was out of sight under the settee. Therefore it is hardly credible that it was discovered by accident. It was taken by some one who knew it was there. Therefore that some one must have assisted at the scene." Fanthorp shook his head.

"I saw no one when I went out on the deck just before the shot was fired." "Ah, but you went out by the door on the starboard side." "Yes. The same side as my cabin." 'Then if there had been anybody at the port door looking through the glass you would not have seen them?" "No," admitted Fanthorp.

"Did any one hear the shot except the Nubian boy?" "Not as far as I know." Fanthorp went on: "You see, the windows in here were all closed. Miss Van Schuyler felt a draught earlier in the evening. The swing doors were shut. I doubt if the shot would be at all closely heard. It would only sound like the pop of a cork." Race said: "As far as I know no one seems to have heard the other shot-the shot that killed Mrs. Doyle." "That we will inquire into presently," said Poirot. "For the moment we still concern ourselves with Mademoiselle de Bellefort. We must speak to Miss Bowers. But first, before you go"-he arrested Fanthorp and Cornelia with a gesture "-you will give me a little information about yourselves. Then it will not be necessary to call you again later. You first, Monsieur-your full name." "James Lechdale Fanthorp." "Address?" "Glasmore House, Market Donnington, Northamptonshire." "Your profession?" "I am a lawyer." "And your reasons for visiting this country." There was a pause. For the first time the impassive Mr. Fanthorp seemed taken aback. He said at last almost mumbling the words: "Er-pleasure." "Aha," said Poirot. "You take the holiday, that is it, yes?" "Er-yes." "Very well, Mr. Fanthorp. Will you just give me a brief account of your own movements last night after the events we have just been narrating.' "I went straight to bed." "That was at-?" "Just after half-past twelve." "Your cabin is No. 22 on the starboard side-the one nearest the saloon?" "Yes." "I will ask you one more question. Did you hear anything-anything at all after you went to your cabin?" Fanthorp considered.

"I turned in very quickly. I think I heard a kind of splash just as I was dropping off to sleep. Nothing else." "You heard a kind of splash? Near at hand?" Fanthorp shook his head, "Really, I couldn't say. I was half asleep." "And what time would that be?" "It might have been about one o'clock. I can't really say." "Thank you, Mr. Fanthorp. That is all.' Poirot turned his attention to Cornelia.

"And now, Miss Robson? Your full name?" "Cornelia Ruth. And my address is The Red House, Bellfield, Connecticut." "What brought you to Egypt?" "Cousin Marie, Miss Van Schuyler, brought me along on a trip.' "Had you ever met Mrs. Doyle previous to this journey?" "No, never." "And what did you do last night?" "I went right to bed after helping Dr. Bessner with Mr. Doyle's leg."

"Your cabin is-?" "41 on the port sidc right next door to Miss de Bellefort." "And did you hear anything?" Cornelia shook her head. "I didn't hear a thing." "No splash?" "No, but then I wouldn't, because the boat's against the bank on my side." Poirot nodded.

"Thank you, Miss Robson. Now perhaps you will be so kind as to ask Miss Bowers to come here." Fanthorp and Cornelia went out.

"That seems clear enough," said Race. "Unless three independent witnesses are lying, Jacqueline de Bellefort couldn't have got hold of the pistol. But somebody did. And somebody overheard the scene. And somebody was B.F. enough to write a big J on the wall." There was a tap on the door and Miss Bowers entered.

The hospital nurse sat down in her usual composed efficient manner. In answer to Poirot she gave her name, address, and qualifications, adding: "I've been looking after Miss Van Schuyler for over two years now." "Is Miss Van Schuyler's health very bad?" "Why, no, I wouldn't say that," said Miss Bowers. "She's not very young and she's nervous about herself and she likes to have a nurse around handy. There's nothing serious the matter with her. She just likes plenty of attention and she's willing to pay for it." Poirot nodded comprehendingly. Then he said: "I understand that Miss Robson fetched you last night?" "Why, yes, that's so." "Will you tell me exactly what happened?" "Well, Miss Robson just gave me a brief outline of what had occurred and I came along with her. I found Miss de Bellefort in a very excited hysterical condition." "Did she utter any threats against Mrs. Doyle?" "No, nothing of that kind. She was in a condition of morbid self-reproach.

She'd taken a good deal of alcohol, I should say, and she was suffering from reaction. I didn't think she ought to be left. I gave her a shot of morphia and sat up with her." "Now, Miss Bowers, I want you to answer this. Did Miss de Bellefort leave her cabin at all?" "No, she did not." "And you yourself?." "I stayed with her until early this morning." "You are quite sure of that." "Absolutely sure." "Thank you, Miss Bowers." The nurse went out. The two men looked at each other.

Jacqueline de Bellefort was definitely Cleared of the crime. Who then had shot Linnet Doyle?