The Big Four by Agatha Christie Read Free Book Online

for Chetwynd Lodge, near the village of Chobham in Surrey.
    Mrs. Halliday received us at once, a tall, fair woman, nervous and eager in manner. With her was her little girl, a beautiful child of five.
    Poirot explained the purpose of our visit.
    “Oh! Monsieur Poirot, I am so glad, so thankful. I have heard of you, of course. You will not be like these Scotland Yard people, who will not listen or try to understand. And the French Police are just as bad - worse, I think. They are all convinced that my husband has gone off with some other woman. But he wasn't like that! All he thought of in life was his work. Half our quarrels came from that. He cared for it more than he did for me.”
    “Englishmen, they are like that,” said Poirot soothingly. “And if it is not work, it is the games, the sport. All those things they take au grand serieux. Now, madame, recount to me exactly, in detail, and as methodically as you can, the exact circumstances of your husband's disappearance.”
    “My husband went to Paris on Thursday, the 20th of July. He was to meet and visit various people there connected with his work, amongst them Madame Olivier.”
    Poirot nodded at the mention of the famous French woman chemist, who had eclipsed even Madame Curie in the brilliance of her achievements. She had been decorated by the French Government, and was one of the most prominent personalities of the day.
    “He arrived there in the evening and went at once to the Hotel Castiglione in the Rue de Castiglione. On the following morning, he had an appointment with Professor Bourgoneau, which he kept. His manner was normal and pleasant. The two men had a most interesting conversation, and it was arranged that he should witness some experiments in the professor's laboratory on the following day. He lunched alone at the Cafй Royal, went for a walk in the Bois, and then visited Madame Olivier at her house at Passy. There, also, his manner was perfectly normal. He left about six. Where he dined is not known, probably alone at some restaurant. He returned to the hotel about eleven o'clock and went straight up to his room, after inquiring if any letters had come for him. On the following morning, he walked out of the hotel, and has not been seen again.”
    “At what time did he leave the hotel? At the hour when he would normally leave it to keep his appointment at Professor Bourgoneau's laboratory?”
    “We do not know. He was not remarked leaving the hotel. But no petit dejeuner was served to him, which seems to indicate that he went out early.”
    “Or he might, in fact, have gone out again after he came in the night before?”
    “I do not think so. His bed had been slept in, and the night porter would have remembered any one going out at that hour.”
    “A very just observation, madame. We may take it, then, that he left early on the following morning - and that is reassuring from one point of view. He is not likely to have fallen a victim to any Apache assault at that hour. His baggage, now, was it all left behind?”
    Mrs. Halliday seemed rather reluctant to answer, but at last she said:
    “No - he must have taken one small suit-case with him.”
    “H'm,” said Poirot thoughtfully, “I wonder where he was that evening. If we knew that, we should know a great deal. Whom did he meet? - there lies the mystery. Madame, myself I do not of necessity accept the view of the police; with them is it always 'Cherchez la femme.' Yet it is clear that something occurred that night to alter your husband's plans. You say he asked for letters on returning to the hotel. Did he receive any?”
    “One only, and that must have been the one I wrote him on the day he left England.”
    Poirot remained sunk in thought for a full minute, then he rose briskly to his feet.
    “Well, madame, the solution of the mystery lies in Paris, and to find it I myself journey to Paris on the instant.”
    “It is all a long time ago, monsieur.”
    “Yes, yes. Nevertheless, it is