<strong>Chapter</strong> XVhercule poirot, enjoying a midmorningringing of the telephone. He got up and liftedcup of chocolate, was interrupted by thethe receiver.'Allo?" "M. Poirot?" "Lady Angkatell?" "How nice of you to know myvoice. Am I disturbing you?" "But not at all. You are, I hope, none the worsefor the distressing events of yesterday?" "No, indeed. Distressing, as you say, butone feels, I find, quite detached. I rang you up to know if you could possibly comeover--an imposition, I know, but I am really in great distress ..." "But certainly.Lady Angkatell. Did you mean now?" "Well, yes, I did mean now. As quicklyas you can. That's very sweet of you." "Not at all. I will come by the woods, then?""Oh, of course--the shortest way. Thankyou so much, dear M. Poirot." Pausing only to brush a few specks of dust off thelapels of his coat and to slip on a thin overcoat, Poirot crossed the lane and hurriedalong the path through the chestnuts. <strong>The</strong> swimming pool was deserted--the policehad finished their work and gone. It looked innocent and peaceful in the soft, mistyAutumnal light. Poirot took a quick look into the pavilion. <strong>The</strong> platinum foxcape, he noted, had been removed. But the six boxes of matches still stood upon thetable by the settee. He wondered more than ever about those matches. "It is not aplace to keep matches--here in the damp. One box, for convenience, perhaps--but notsix." He frowned down on the painted iron table.<strong>The</strong> tray of glasses had been removed. Someone had scrawled with a pencil on thetable--a rough design of a nightmarish tree. It pained Hercule Poirot. It offended histidy mind. He clicked his tongue, shook his head, and hurried on towards thehouse, wondering at the reason for this urgent summons. Lady Angkatell waswaiting for him at the French windows and swept him into the emptydrawing-room. "It was nice of you to come, M. Poirot." She clasped his handwarmly. "Madame, I am at your service." Lady AngkatelFs hands floated outexpressively. Her wide beautiful eyes opened. "You see, it's all so difficult. <strong>The</strong>Inspector person is interviewing, no, questioning--taking a statement--what is the term theyhere depends on Gudgeon, and one does sois terrible for him to be questioned by theuse?--Gudgeon. And really, our whole lifesympathize with him. Because, naturally, itpolice--even Inspector Grange, who I do
feel is really nice and probably a family man--boys, I think, and he helps them withMeccano in the evenings--and a wife who has everything spotless but a littleovercrowded ..." Hercule Poirot blinked as Lady Angkatell developed herimaginary sketch of Inspector Grange's home life. "By the way his moustachedroops," went on Lady Angkatell--"I think that a home that is too spotless might besometimesdepressing--like soap on hospital nurses' faces. Quite a shine! But that is more abroadwhere things lag behind--in London nursing homes they have lots of powder andreally vivid lipstick. But I was saying, M. Poirot, that you really must come to lunchproperly when all this ridiculous business is over." "You are very kind." "Ido not mind the police myself," said Lady Angkatell. "I really find it all quiteinteresting. 'Do let me help you in any way I can,' I said to Inspector Grange. He seemsrather a bewildered sort of person, but methodical."Motive seems so importantto policemen," she went on. "Talking of hospital nurses just now, I believe thatJohn Christow--a nurse with red hair and an upturnednose--quite attractive. But, of course, it was a long time ago and the police might notbe interested. One doesn't really know how much poor Gerda had to put up with.She is the loyal type, don't you think? Or possibly she believes what is told her. Ithink if one has not a great deal of intelligence, it is wise to do that." Quitesuddenly. Lady Angkatell flung open the study door and ushered Poirot in, cryingbrightly, "Here is M. Poirot." She swept round him and out, shutting the door.Inspector Grange and Gudgeon were sitting by the desk. A young man with a notebookwas in a corner. Gudgeon rose respectfully to his feet. Poirot hastened intoapologies."I retire immediately. I assure you I had no idea that Lady Angkatell--" "No, no,you wouldn't have." Grange's moustache looked more pessimistic than ever thismorning. Perhaps, thought Poirot, fascinated by Lady Angkatell5 s recent sketch ofGrange, there has been too much cleaning or perhaps a Benares brass table has beenpurchased so that the good Inspector he really cannot have space to move. Angrilyhe dismissed these thoughts. Inspector Grange's clean but overcrowded home, hiswife, his boys and their addiction to Meccano were all figments of Lady Angkatell'sbusy brain. But the vividness with which they assumed concrete reality interestedhim. It was quite an accomplishment."Sit down, M. Poirot," said Grange. "<strong>The</strong>re's something I want to ask you about, andI've nearly finished here." He turned his attention back to Gudgeon, who deferentiallyand almost under protest resumed his seat and turned an expressionless facetowards his interlocutor. "And that's all you can remember?" "Yes, sir.Everything, sir, was very much as usual. <strong>The</strong>re was no unpleasantness of anykind." "<strong>The</strong>re's a fur cape thing--out in that summer house by the pool. Which ofthe ladies did it belong to?" "Are you referring, sir, to a cape of platinumfox? I noticed it yesterday when I took out the glasses to the pavilion. But it is notthe property of anyone in this house, sir." "Whose is it, then?"
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