Then you left the house-' I paused.
'Go on-what next?'
'I don't know whether you knew Jack Renauld would be coming that night, or whether you just waited about on the chance of seeing him, but you did wait about. Perhaps you were just miserable and walked aimlessly-but at any rate… Just before twelve you were still out there, and you saw a man on the golf links-'
Again I paused. I had leap to the truth in a flash as she entered the room, but now the picture rose before me even more convincingly, I saw vividly the peculiar pattern of the overcoat on the dead body of Mr. Renauld, and I remembered the amazing likeness that had startled me into believing for one instant that the dead man had risen from the dead when his son burst into our conclave in the salon.
'Go on,' repeated the girl steadily.
'I fancy his back was to you, you recognized him, or thought you recognized him. The gait and the carriage were familiar to you, and the pattern of his overcoat,' I paused. 'You used a threat on one of your letters to Jack Renauld. When you saw him there your anger and jealousy drove you mad-and you struck out, not believing for a minute that you meant to kill him. But you did kill him, Cinderella.'
She had flung up her hands over her face, and in a choked voice she said: 'You're right, you're right. I can see it all as you tell it.' Then she turned on me almost savagely. 'And you love me? Knowing what you do, how can you love me?'
'l don't know,' I said a little wearily. 'I think love is like that-a thing one cannot help. I have tried, I know-ever since the first day I met you. And love has been too strong for me.'
And then suddenly, when I least expected it, she broke down again, casting herself down on the floor and sobbing wildly.
'Oh, I can't!' she cried. 'I don't know what to do. I don't know which way to go. Oh, pity me, pity me, someone, and tell me what to do!'
Again I knelt by her, soothing her as best I could.
'Don't be afraid of me, Bella. For God's sake don't be afraid of me. I love you, that's true-but I don't want anything in return. Only let me help you. Love him still if you have to, but let me help you, as he can't.'
It was as though she had been turned to stone by my words. She raised her head from her hands and stared at me.
'You think that?' she whispered. 'You think that I love Jack Renauld?'
Then, half laughing, half crying, she flung her arms passionately round my neck, and pressed her sweet wet face to mine.
'Not as I love you,' she whispered. 'Never as I love you!'
Her lips brushed my cheek, and then, seeking my mouth, kissed me again and again with a sweetness and fire beyond belief. The wildness of it-and the wonder, I shall not forget-no, not as long as I live!
It was a sound in the doorway that made us look up.
Poirot was standing there looking at us.
I did not hesitate. With a bound I reached him and pinioned his arms to his sides.
'Quick,' I said to the girl. 'Get out of here. As fast as you can. I'll hold him.'
With one look at me, she fled out of the room past us. I held Poirot in a grip of iron.
'Mon ami,' observed the latter mildly, 'you do this sort of thing very well. The strong man holds me in his grasp and I am helpless as a child. But all this is uncomfortable and slightly ridiculous. Let us sit down and be calm.'
'You won't pursue her?'
'Mon Dieu, no. Am I Giraud? Release me, my friend.'
Keeping a suspicious eye upon him, for I paid Poirot the compliment of knowing that I was no match for him in astuteness, I relaxed my grip, and he sank into an armchair, feeling his arms tenderly.
'It is that you have the strength of a bull when you are roused, Hastings! Eh bien, and do you think you have behaved well to your old friend? I show you the girl's photograph and you recognize it, but you never say a word.'
'There was no need if you knew that I recognized it,' I said rather bitterly. So Poirot had known all along! I had not deceived him for an instant.
'Ta-ta-ta! You did not know that I knew that. And tonight you help the girl to escape when we have found her with so much trouble. Eh bien, it comes to this-are you going to work with me or against me, Hastings?'
For a moment or two I did not answer. To break with my old friend gave me great pain. Yet I must definitely range myself against him. Would he ever forgive me, I wondered? He had been strangely calm so far but I knew him to possess marvellous self-command.
'Poirot,' I said, 'I'm sorry. I admit I've behaved badly to you over this. But sometimes one has no choice. And in future I must take my own line.'
Poirot nodded his head several times. 'I understand,' he said. The mocking light had quite died out of his eyes, and he spoke with a sincerity and kindness that surprised me. 'It is that my friend is it not? It is love that has come-not as you imagined it, all cock-a-hoop with fine feathers, but sadly, with bleeding feet. Well, well I warned you. When I realized that this girl must have taken the dagger, I warned you. Perhaps you remember. But already it was too late. But, tell me, how much do you know?'
I met his eyes squarely.
'Nothing that you could tell me would be any surprise to me, Poirot. Understand that. But in case you think of resuming your search for Miss Duveen, I should like you to know one thing clearly: If you have any idea that she was concerned in this crime, or was the mysterious lady who called upon Mr. Renauld that night, you are wrong. I travelled home from France with her that day, and parted from her at Victoria that evening, so that it is clearly impossible for her to have been in Merlinville.'
'Ah!' Poirot looked at me thoughtfully. 'And you would swear to that in a court of law?'
'Most certainly I would.'
Poirot rose and bowed. 'Mon ami, c'est l'amour. It can perform miracles. It is decidedly ingenious what you have thought of there. It defeats even Hercule Poirot!'
Chapter 23. Difficulties Ahead
AFTER a moment of stress, such as I have just described, reaction is bound to set in. I retired to rest that night on a note of triumph, but I awoke to realize that I was by no means out of the wood. True, I could see no flaw in the alibi I had so suddenly conceived. I had but to stick to my story, and I failed to see how Bella could be convicted in face of it.
But I felt the need of treading warily. Poirot would not take defeat lying down. Somehow or other, he would endeavour to turn the tables on me, and that in the way, and at the moment, when I least expected it.
We met at breakfast the following morning as though nothing had happened. Poirot's good temper was imperturbable, yet I thought I detected a film of reserve in his manner which was new. After breakfast, I announced my intention of going out for a stroll. A malicious gleam shot through Poirot's eyes.
'If it is information you seek, you need not be at the pains of deranging yourself. I can tell you all you wish to know. The Dulcibella Sisters have cancelled their contract, and have left Coventry for an unknown destination.'
'Is that really so, Poirot?'
'You can take it from me, Hastings. I made inquiries the first thing this morning. After all, what else did you expect?'
True enough, nothing else could be expected under the circumstances. Cinderella had profited by the slight start I had been able to secure her, and would certainly not lose a moment in removing herself from the reach of the pursuer.
It was what I had intended and planned. Nevertheless, I was aware of being plunged into a network of fresh difficulties.
I had absolutely no means of communicating with the girl, and it was vital that she should know the line of defence that had occurred to me, and which I was prepared to carry out.
