capable of furthering my career by my own efforts. I do not say that a substantial legacy would not have been acceptable. It would have been most acceptable. But it would merely have provided a short cut.'
'You have, in fact, full confidence in your own abilities?'
'It probably sounds conceited, but I have,' said Donaldson composedly.
'Let us proceed, then. I admit that I gained Miss Theresa's confidence by a trick. I let her think that I would be – shall we say, reasonably dishonest – for money. She believed that without the least difficulty.'
'Theresa believes that any one would do anything for money,' said the young doctor in the matter-of-fact tone one uses when stating a self-evident truth.
'True. That seems to be her attitude – her brother's also.'
'Charles probably would do anything for money!'
'You have no illusions, I see, about your future brother-in-law.'
'No. I find him quite an interesting study. There is, I think, some deep-seated neurosis – but that is talking shop. To return to what we are discussing, I have asked myself why you should act in the way you have done, and I have found only one answer. It is clear that you suspect either Theresa or Charles of having a hand in Miss Arundell's death. No, please don't bother to contradict me! Your mention of exhumation was, I think, a mere device to see what reaction you would get. Have you, in actual fact, taken any steps towards getting a Home Office order for exhumation?'
'I will be quite frank with you. As yet, I have not.'
Donaldson nodded.
'So I thought. I suppose you have considered the possibility that Miss Arundell's death may turn out to be from natural causes?'
'I have considered the fact that it may appear to be so – yes.'
'But your own mind is made up?'
'Very definitely. If you have a case of – say – tuberculosis that looks like tuberculosis, behaves like tuberculosis, and in which the blood gives a positive reaction – eh bien, you consider it is tuberculosis, do you not?'
'You look at it that way? I see. Then what exactly are you waiting for?'
'I am waiting for a final piece of evidence.'
The telephone bell rang. At a gesture from Poirot I got up and answered it. I recognized the voice.
'Captain Hastings? This is Mrs Tanios speaking. Will you tell M. Poirot that he is perfectly right. If he will come here tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, I will give him what he wants.'
'At ten o'clock tomorrow?'
'Yes.'
'Right, I'll tell him.'
Poirot's eyes asked a question. I nodded.
He turned to Donaldson. His manner had changed. It was brisk – assured.
'Let me make myself clear,' he said. 'I have diagnosed this case of mine as a case of murder. It looked like murder, it gave all the characteristic reactions of murder – in fact, it was murder! Of that, there is not the least doubt.'
'Where then does the doubt – for I perceive there is a doubt – lie?'
'The doubt lay in the identity of the murderer – but that is a doubt no longer!'
'Really? You know?'
'Let us say that I shall have definite proof in my hands tomorrow.'
Dr Donaldson' s eyebrows rose in a slightly ironical fashion.
'Ah,' he said. 'Tomorrow! Sometimes, M. Poirot, tomorrow is a long way off.'
'On the contrary,' said Poirot, 'I always find that it succeeds today with monotonous regularity.'
Donaldson smiled. He rose.
'I fear I have wasted your time, M. Poirot.'
'Not at all. It is always as well to understand each other.'
With a slight bow. Dr Donaldson left the room.
Chapter 28
ANOTHER VICTIM
'That is a clever man,' said Poirot thoughtfully.
'It's rather difficult to know what he is driving at.'
'Yes. He is a little inhuman. But extremely perceptive.'
'That telephone call was from Mrs Tanios.'
'So I gathered.'
I repeated the message. Poirot nodded approval.
'Good. All marches well. Twenty-four hours, Hastings, and I think we shall know exactly where we stand.'
'I'm still a little fogged. Who exactly do we suspect?'
'I really could not say who you suspect, Hastings! Everybody in turn, I should imagine!'
'Sometimes I think you like to get me into that state!'
'No, no, I would not amuse myself in such a way.'
'I wouldn't put it past you.'
Poirot shook his head, but somewhat absently. I studied him.
'Is anything the matter?' I asked.
'My friend, I am always nervous towards the end of a case. If anything should go wrong -'
'Is anything likely to go wrong?'
'I do not think so.' He paused, frowning. 'I have, I think, provided against every contingency.'
'Then, supposing that we forget crime and go to a show?'
'Ma foi, Hastings, that is a good idea!'
We passed a very pleasant evening, though I made the slight mistake of taking Poirot to a crook play. There is one piece of advice I offer to all my readers. Never take a soldier to a military play, a sailor to a naval play, a Scotsman to a Scottish play, a detective to a thriller – and an actor to any play whatsoever!
The shower of destructive criticism in each case is somewhat devastating. Poirot never ceased to complain of faulty psychology, and the hero detective's lack of order and method nearly drove him demented. We parted that night with Poirot still explaining how the whole business might have been laid bare in the first half of the first act.
'But in that case, Poirot, there would have been no play,' I pointed out.
Poirot was forced to admit that perhaps that was so.
It was a few minutes past nine when I entered the sitting-room the next morning.
Poirot was at the breakfast-table – as usual neatly slitting open his letters.
The telephone rang and I answered it.
A heavy-breathing female voice spoke:
'Is that M. Poirot? Oh, it's you, Captain Hastings.'
There was a sort of gasp and a sob.
'Is that Miss Lawson?' I asked.
'Yes, yes, such a terrible thing has happened!'
I grasped the receiver tightly.
'What is it?'
'She left the Wellington, you know – Bella, I mean. I went there late in the afternoon yesterday and they said she'd left. Without a word to me, either! Most extraordinary! It makes me feel that perhaps, after all, Dr Tanios was right. He spoke so nicely about her and seemed so distressed, and now it really looks as though he were right after all.'
