"Well, at any rate, it's over now." "It's not exactly over--the inquest was onlyadjourned. And that nice Inspector Grange has got men all over the place simplycrashing through the chestnut woods and startling all the pheasants, and springing uplike jacks-in-the-box in the most unlikely places." "What are they looking for?"asked Edward. "<strong>The</strong> revolver that Christow was shot with?" B "I imaginethat must be it. <strong>The</strong>y even came to the house with a search warrant-- the Inspectorwas most apologetic about it, quite shy--but, of course, I told him we should bedelighted. It was really most interesting. <strong>The</strong>y looked absolutely everywhere. I followedthem round, you know, and I suggested one or two places which eventhey hadn't thought of. But they didn't find anything. It was most disappointing. PoorInspector Grange, he is growing quite thin and he pulls and pulls at that moustache ofhis. His wife ought to give him specially nourishing meals with all this worry he ishaving--but I have a vague idea that she must be one of those women who care moreabout having the linoleum really well-polished than in cooking a tasty little meal.Which reminds me, I must go and see Mrs. Medway. Funny how servants cannot bearthe police. Her cheese souffle last night was quite uneatable. Souffles and pastry alwaysshow if one is off balance. If it weren't for Gudgeon keeping them all together, I reallybelieve half the servants would leave. Why don't you two go and have a nice walk andhelp the police look for the revolver?" Hercule Poirot sat on the bench overlookingthe chestnut groves above the pool. He had no sense of trespassing since Lady Angkatellhad very sweetly begged him to wander where he would at any time. It was LadyAngkatell5 s sweetness which Hercule Poirot was considering at this moment. Fromtime to time he heard the cracking of twigs in the woods above or caught sight of afigure moving through the chestnut groves below him. Presently, Henrietta camealong the path from the direction of the lane. She stopped for a moment when shesaw Poirot, then she came and sat down by him. "Good morning, M. Poirot. I havejustbeen to call upon you. But you were out. You look very Olympian. Are you presidingover the hunt? <strong>The</strong> Inspector seems very active. What are they looking for? <strong>The</strong>revolver?" "Yes, Miss Savernake." "Will they find it, do you think?""I think so. Quite soon now, I should say?" She looked at him inquiringly."Have you an idea, then, where it is?" "No. But I think it will be found soon. It istime for it to be found." "You do say odd things, M. Poirot!" "Odd things happenhere. You have come back very soon from London, Mademoiselle." Herface hardened. She gave a short, bitterlaugh. "<strong>The</strong> murderer returns to the scene of the crime? That is the oldsuperstition, isn't it? So you do think that I--did it! You don't believe me when I tellyou that I wouldn't --that I couldn't kill anybody?" Poirot did not answer at once.<strong>At</strong> last he said thoughtfully: "It has seemed to me from the beginning thateither this crime was very simple--so simple that it was difficult to believe its simplicity(and simplicity. Mademoiselle, can be strangely baffling)or else it was extremely
complex--that is to say, we were contending against a mind capable of intricate andingenious inventions, so that every time we seemed to be heading for the truth, wewereactually being led on a trail that twisted away 1 from the truth and led us to apoint which --ended in nothingness. This apparent futility, this continual barrenness, isnot real --it is artificial, it is planned. A very subtle and ingenious mind is plottingagainst us the whole time--and succeeding." "Well?" said Henrietta. "What hasthat to do with me?" "<strong>The</strong> mind that is plotting against us is a creative mind.Mademoiselle." "I see--that's where I come in?" She was silent, her lips set togetherbitterly. From her jacket pocket she had taken a pencil and now she was idlydrawing the outline of a fantastic tree on the white painted wood of the bench,frowning downas she did so. Poirot watched her. Something stirred in his mind--standing inLady AngkatelFs drawing-room on the afternoon of the crime, looking down at a pileof bridge markers, standing by a painted iron table in the pavilion the next morningand a question that he had put to Gudgeon. He said: "That is what you drewon your bridge marker--a tree." "Yes." Henrietta seemed suddenly aware ofwhat she was doing. "Ygdrasil, M. Poirot." She laughed. "Why do you call itYgdrasil?" She explained the origin of Ygdrasil. "And so--when you 'doodle' (thatis the word 5 is it not?)--it is always Ygdrasil you draw?""Yes. Doodling is a funny thing, isn't it?" "Here on the seat ... on the bridgemarker on Saturday evening ... in the pavilion on Sunday morning ..." <strong>The</strong> handthat held the pencil stiffened and stopped. She said in a tone of carelessamusement: "In the pavilion?" "Yes, on the round iron table there." "Oh,that must have been on--on Saturday afternoon." "It was not on Saturdayafternoon. When Gudgeon brought the glasses out to the pavilion about twelveo'clock on Sunday morning, there was nothing drawn on the table. I asked him and heis quite definite about that." "<strong>The</strong>n it must have been"--she hesitatedfor just a moment--"of course, on Sunday afternoon." But, still smilingpleasantly, Hercule Poirot shook his head. "I think not. Grange's men were at thepool all Sunday afternoon, photographing the body, getting the revolver out of thewater. <strong>The</strong>y did not leave until dusk. <strong>The</strong>y would have seen anyone go into the pavilion."Henrietta said slowly: "I remember now--I went along there quite late in theevening--after dinner--" Poirot's voice came sharply: "People do not 'doodle' in thedark, Miss Savernake. Are you telling me that you went into the pavilion at nightand stood by a table and drew a tree without being able to seewhat you were drawing?" Henrietta said calmly: "I am telling you the truth.Naturally, you don't believe it. You have your own ideas-- What is your idea, bythe way?" "I am suggesting that you were in the pavilion on Sunday morning aftertwelve o'clock when Gudgeon brought the glasses out. That you stood by that tablewatching someone, or waiting for someone, and unconsciously took out a pencil and
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