Part 5 (2/2)

Battle turned to Colonel Race.

”What do you think, sir?”

Race shrugged his shoulders. He took the question as referring to Poirot's statement and not to Mrs. Oliver's suspicions.

”It could be,” he said. ”It could be. It shows that Shaitana was right in one case at least! After all, he can only have suspected that these people were murderers--he can't have been sure. He may have been right in all four cases, he may have been right in only one case but he was right in one case; his death proved that.”

”One of them got the wind up. Think that's it, M. Poirot?”

Poirot nodded.

”The late Mr. Shaitana had a reputation,” he said. ”He had a dangerous sense of humour, and was reputed to be merciless. The victim thought that Shaitana was giving himself an evening's amus.e.m.e.nt, leading up to a moment when he'd hand the victim over to the policeyou.t He (or she) must have thought that Shaitana had definite evidence.”

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”Had he?”

Poirot shrugged his shoulders.

”That we shall never know.”

”Dr. Roberts!” repeated Mrs. Oliver firmly. ”Such a hearty man. Murderers are often hearty--as a disguise! If I were you, Superintendent Battle, I should arrest him at once.”

”I dare say we would if there was a Woman at the Head of Scotland Yard,” said Superintendent Battle, a momentary twinkle showing in his unemotional eye.

”But, you see, mere men being in charge, we've got to be careful. We've got to get there slowly.”

”Oh, men--men,” sighed Mrs. Oliver, and began to compose newspaper articles in her head.

”Better have them in now,” said Superintendent Battle. ”It won't do to keep them hanging about too long.”

Colonel Race half rose.

”If you'd like us to go ”

Superintendent Battle hesitated a minute as he caught Mrs. Oliver's eloquent eye. He was well aware of Colonel Race's official position, and Poirot had worked with the police on many occasions. For Mrs. Oliver to remain was decidedly stretching a point. But Battle was a kindly man. He remembered that Mrs. Oliver had lost three pounds and seven s.h.i.+llings at bridge, and that she had been a cheerful loser.

”You can all stay,” he said, ”as far as I'm concerned. But no interruptions, please (he looked at Mrs. Oliver), and there mustn't be a hint of what M. Poirot has just told us. That was Shaitana's little secret, and to all intents and purposes it died with him. Understand?”

”Perfectly,” said Mrs. Oliver.

Battle strode to the door and called the constable who was in duty in the hall.

”Go to the little smoking-room. You'll find Anderson there with the four guests. Ask Dr. Roberts if he'll be so good as to step this way.”

”I should have kept him to the end,” said Mrs. Oliver. ”In a book, I mean,”

she added apologetically.

”Real life's a bit different,” said Battle.

”I know,” said Mrs. Oliver. ”Badly constructed.”

Dr. Roberts entered with the springiness of his step slightly subdued.

”I say, Battle,” he said. ”This is the devil of a business! Excuse me, Mrs.

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