A spot of red showed suddenly in Amy Carnaby's white cheeks. She said: 'I – I don't regret what I did. I think that you are a kind man, Mr Poirot, and that possibly you might understand. You see, I've been so terribly afraid'
'Afraid?'
'Yes, it's difficult for a gentleman to understand, I expect. But you see, I'm not a clever woman at all, and I've no training and I'm getting older – and I'm so terrified for the future. I've not been able to save anything – how could I with Emily to be cared for? – and as I get older and more incompetent there won't be any one who wants me. They'll want somebody young and brisk. I've – I've known so many people like I am – nobody wants you and you live in one room and you can't have a fire or any warmth and not very much to eat, and at last you can't even pay the rent of your room… There are Institutions, of course, but it's not very easy to get into them unless you have influential friends, and I haven't. There are a good many others situated like I am – poor companions – untrained useless women with nothing to look forward to but a deadly fear…'
Her voice shook. She said: 'And so – some of us – got together and – and I thought of this. It was really having Augustus that put it into my mind. You see, to most people, one Pekinese is very much like another. (Just as we think the Chinese are.) Really, of course, it's ridiculous. No one who knew could mistake Augustus for Nanki Poo or Shan Tung or any of the other Pekes. He's far more intelligent for one thing, and he's much handsomer, but, as I say, to most people a Peke is just a Peke. Augustus put it into my head – that, combined with the fact that so many rich women have Pekinese dogs.'
Poirot said with a faint smile: 'It must have been a profitable – racket! How many are there in the – the gang? Or perhaps I had better ask how often operations have been successfully carried out?'
Miss Carnaby said simply: 'Shang Tung was the sixteenth.'
Hercule Poirot raised his eyebrows.
'I congratulate you. Your organisation must have been indeed excellent.'
Emily Carnaby said: 'Amy was always good at organisation. Our father – he was the Vicar of Kellington in Essex – always said that Amy had quite a genius for planning. She always made all the arrangements for the Socials and the Bazaars and all that.'
Poirot said with a little bow: 'I agree. As a criminal. Mademoiselle, you are quite in the first rank.'
Amy Carnaby cried: 'A criminal. Oh dear, I suppose I am. But – but it never felt like that.'
'How did it feel?'
'Of course, you are quite right. It was breaking the law. But you see – how can I explain it? Nearly all these women who employ us are so very rude and unpleasant. Lady Hoggin, for instance, doesn't mind what she says to me. She said her tonic tasted unpleasant the other day and practically accused me of tampering with it. All that sort of thing.' Miss Carnaby flushed. 'It's really very unpleasant. And not being able to say anything or answer back makes it rankle more, if you know what I mean.'
'I know what you mean,' said Hercule Poirot.
'And then seeing money frittered away so wastefully – that is upsetting. And Sir Joseph, occasionally he used to describe a coup he had made in the City – sometimes something that seemed to me (of course, I know I've only got a woman's brain and don't understand finance) downright dishonest. Well, you know, M. Poirot, it all – it all unsettled me, and I felt that to take a little money away from these people who really wouldn't miss it and hadn't been too scrupulous in acquiring it – well, really it hardly seemed wrong at all.'
Poirot murmured: 'A modern Robin Hood! Tell me, Miss Carnaby, did you ever have to carry out the threats you used in your letters?'
'Threats?'
'Were you ever compelled to mutilate the animals in the way you specified?'
Miss Carnaby regarded him in horror.
'Of course, I would never have dreamed of doing such a thing! That was just – just an artistic touch.'
'Very artistic. It worked.'
'Well, of course I knew it would. I know how I should have felt about Augustus, and of course I had to make sure these women never told their husbands until afterwards. The plan worked beautifully every time. In nine cases out of ten the companion was given the letter with the money to post. We usually steamed it open, took out the notes, and replaced them with paper. Once or twice the woman posted it herself. Then, of course, the companion had to go to the hotel and take the letter out of the rack. But that was quite easy, too.'
'And the nurse-maid touch? Was it always a nurse-maid?'
'Well, you see, M. Poirot, old maids are known to be foolishly sentimental about babies. So it seemed quite natural that they should be absorbed over a baby and not notice anything.'
Hercule Poirot sighed. He said: 'Your psychology is excellent, your organisation is first class, and you are also a very fine actress. Your performance the other day when I interviewed Lady Hoggin was irreproachable. Never think of yourself disparagingly, Miss Carnaby. You may be what is termed an untrained woman but there is nothing wrong with your brains or with your courage.'
Miss Carnaby said with a faint smile: 'And yet I have been found out, M. Poirot.'
'Only by me. That was inevitable! When I had interviewed Mrs Samuelson I realised that the kidnapping of Shan Tung was one of a series. I had already learned that you had once been left a Pekinese dog and had an invalid sister. I had only to ask my invaluable servant to look for a small flat within a certain radius occupied by an invalid lady who had a Pekinese dog and a sister who visited her once a week on her day out. It was simple.'
Amy Carnaby drew herself up.
She said: 'You have been very kind. It emboldens me to ask you a favour. I cannot, I know, escape the penalty for what I have done. I shall be sent to prison, I suppose. But if you could, M. Poirot, avert some of the publicity. So distressing for Emily – and for those few who knew us in the old days. I could not, I suppose, go to prison under a false name? Or is that a very wrong thing to ask?'
Hercule Poirot said: 'I think I can do more than that. But first of all I must make one thing quite dear. This ramp has got to stop. There must be no more disappearing dogs. All that is finished!'
'Yes! Oh yes!'
'And the money you extracted from Lady Hoggin must be returned.'
Amy Carnaby crossed the room, opened the drawer of a bureau and returned with a packet of notes which she handed to Poirot.
'I was going to pay it into the pool today.'
Poirot took the notes and counted them. He got up.
'I think it possible, Miss Carnaby, that I may be able to persuade Sir Joseph not to prosecute.'
'Oh, M. Poirot!'
Amy Carnaby clasped her hands. Emily gave a cry of joy. Augustus barked and wagged his tail.
'As for you, mon ami,' said Poirot addressing him. 'There is one thing that I wish you would give me. It is your mantle of invisibility that I need. In all these cases nobody for a moment suspected that there was a second dog involved. Augustus possessed the lion's skin of invisibility.'
'Of course, M. Poirot, according to the legend, Pekinese were lions once. And they still have the hearts of lions!'
'Augustus is, I suppose, the dog that was left to you by Lady Hartingfield and who is reported to have died? Were you never afraid of him coming home alone through the traffic?'
'Oh no, M. Poirot, Augustus is very clever about traffic. I have trained him most carefully. He has even grasped the principle of One Way Streets.'
'In that case,' said Hercule Poirot, 'he is superior to most human beings!'
IX
Sir Joseph received Hercule Poirot in his study. He said: 'Well, Mr Poirot? Made your boast good?'
'Let me first ask you a question,' said Poirot as he seated himself. 'I know who the criminal is and I think it possible that I can produce sufficient evidence to convict this person. But in that case I doubt if you will ever recover your money.'
