there to the Wood, I did worry '
'Yes,' said Poirot, 'there was a bond between them. A natural affinity. I saw the likeness between them only Michael Garfield, the follower of Lucifer the beautiful, was evil, and your daughter has innocence and wisdom, and there is no evil in her.'
He went over to his desk and brought back an envelope. Out of it he drew a delicate pencil drawing.
'Your daughter,' he said.
Judith looked at it. It was signed 'Michael Garfield'.
'He was drawing her by the stream,' said Poirot, 'in the Quarry Wood.
He drew it, he said, so that he should not forget. He was afraid of forgetting. It wouldn't have stopped him killing her, though.'
Then he pointed to be pencilled word across the top left hand corner.
'Can you read that?'
She spelt it out slowly.
'Iphigenia.'
'Yes,' said Poirot, 'Iphigenia. Agamemnon sacrificed his daughter, so that he should get a wind to take his ships to Troy. Michael would have sacrificed his daughter so that he should have a new Garden of Eden.'
'He knew what he was doing,' said Judith. 'I wonder if he would ever have had regrets?'
Poirot did not answer. A picture was forming in his mind of a young man of singular beauty lying by the megalithic stone marked with a double axe, and still clasping in his dead fingers the golden goblet he had seized and drained when retribution had come suddenly to save his victim and to deliver him to justice.
It was so that Michael Garfield had died a fitting death, Poirot thought but, alas, there would be no garden blossoming on an island in the Grecian Seas?
Instead there would be Miranda alive and young and beautiful.
He raised Judith's hand and kissed it.
'Good-bye, Madame, and remember me to your daughter.'
'She ought always to remember you and what she owes you.'
'Better not. Some memories are better buried.'
He went on to Mrs. Oliver.
'Good night, chere Madame. Lady Macbeth and Narcissus. It has been remarkably interesting. I have to thank you for bringing it to my notice '
'That's right,' said Mrs. Oliver in an exasperated voice, 'Blame it all on me as usual!'
