‘And what then?’
‘Then I went and found Stephen. We danced to the gramophone.’
‘Stephen Farr?’
‘Yes. He is from South Africa – he is the son of Grandfather’s partner. He is very handsome too. Very brown and big, and he has nice eyes.’
Johnson asked:
‘Where were you when the crime occurred?’
‘You ask where I was?’
‘Yes.’
‘I had gone into the drawing-room with Lydia. And then I went up to my room and did my face. I was going to dance again with Stephen. And then, far away, I heard a scream and everyone was running, so I went too. And they were trying to break down Grandfather’s door. Harry did it with Stephen, they are both big strong men.’
‘Yes?’
‘And then – crash – down it went – and we all looked in. Oh, such a sight – everything smashed and knocked over, and Grandfather lying in a lot of blood, and his throat was cut like this’ – she made a vivid dramatic gesture at her own neck – ‘right up under his ear.’
She paused, having obviously enjoyed her narrative.
Johnson said:
‘The blood didn’t make you feel ill?’
She stared.
‘No, why should it? There is usually blood when people are killed. There was, oh! so much blood everywhere!’
Poirot said: ‘Did anyone say anything?’
Pilar said:
‘David said such a funny thing – what was it? Oh, yes. The mills of God – that is what he said’ – she repeated it with emphasis on each word – ‘The mills-of-God-What does that mean? Mills are what make flour, are they not?’
Colonel Johnson said:
‘Well, I don’t think there is anything more just now, Miss Estravados.’
Pilar got up obediently. She flashed a quick charming smile at each man in turn.
‘I will go now, then.’ She went out.
Colonel Johnson said:
‘The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small. And David Lee said that!’
As the door opened once more, Colonel Johnson looked up. For a moment he took the entering figure to be that of Harry Lee, but as Stephen Farr advanced into the room he saw his error.
‘Sit down, Mr Farr,’ he said.
Stephen sat. His eyes, cool, intelligent eyes, went from one to the other of the three men. He said:
‘I’m afraid I shan’t be much use to you. But please ask me anything that you think may help. Perhaps I’d better explain, to start with, who I am. My father, Ebenezer Farr, was Simeon Lee’s partner in South Africa in the old days. I’m talking of over forty years ago.’
He paused.
‘My dad talked to me a lot about Simeon Lee – what a personality he was. He and Dad cleaned up a good bit together. Simeon Lee went home with a fortune and my father didn’t do badly either. My father always told me that when I came to this country I was to look up Mr Lee. I said once that it was a long time ago and that he’d probably not know who I was, but Dad scoffed at the idea. He said, “When two men have been through what Simeon and I went through, they don’t forget.” Well, my father died a couple of years ago. This year I came over to England for the first time, and I thought I’d act on Dad’s advice and look up Mr Lee.’
With a slight smile he went on:
‘I was just a little nervous when I came along here, but I needn’t have been. Mr Lee gave me a warm welcome and absolutely insisted that I should stay with the family over Christmas. I was afraid I was butting in, but he wouldn’t hear of a refusal.’
He added rather shyly:
‘They were all very nice to me – Mr and Mrs Alfred Lee couldn’t have been nicer. I’m terribly sorry for them that all this should come upon them.’
‘How long have you been here, Mr Farr?’
‘Since yesterday.’
‘Did you see Mr Lee today at all?’
‘Yes, I had a chat with him this morning. He was in good spirits then and anxious to hear about a lot of people and places.’
‘That was the last time you saw him?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did he mention to you that he kept a quantity of uncut diamonds in his safe?’
‘No.’
He added before the other could speak:
‘Do you mean that this business was murder and robbery?’
‘We’re not sure yet,’ said Johnson. ‘Now to come to the events of this evening, will you tell me, in your own words, what you were doing?’
‘Certainly. After the ladies left the dining-room I stayed and had a glass of port. Then I realized that the Lees had family business they wanted to discuss and that my being there was hampering them so I excused myself and left them.’
‘And what did you do then?’
Stephen Farr leaned back in his chair. His forefinger caressed his jaw. He said rather woodenly:
‘I – er – went along to a big room with a parquet floor – a kind of ballroom, I fancy. There’s a gramophone there and dance records. I put some records on.’
Poirot said:
‘It was possible, perhaps, that someone might join you there?’
A very faint smile curved Stephen Farr’s lips. He answered:
‘It was possible, yes. One always hopes.’
And he grinned outright.
Poirot said:
‘Senorita Estravados is very beautiful.’
Stephen answered:
‘She’s easily the best thing to look at that I’ve seen since I came to England.’
‘Did Miss Estravados join you?’ asked Colonel Johnson.
Stephen shook his head.
‘I was still there when I heard the rumpus. I came out into the hall and ran hell for leather to see what was the matter. I helped Harry Lee to break the door down.’
‘And that’s all you have to tell us?’
‘Absolutely all, I’m afraid.’
Hercule Poirot leaned forward. He said softly:
‘But I think, Monsieur Farr, that you could tell us a good deal if you liked.’
Farr said sharply:
‘What d’you mean?’
‘You can tell us something that is very important in this case – the character of Mr Lee. You say that your father talked much of him to you. What manner of a man was it that he described to you?’
Stephen Farr said slowly:
