him professionally and to form my judgement of him from that aspect.'
'Yes,' I said thoughtfully. 'I suppose that would be best.'
'The answer to one simple little question, for instance, might make a great difference. If M. Charles Vyse was in his office at twelve-thirty this morning, then it was not he who fired that shot in the garden of the Majestic Hotel.'
'Ought we not to examine the alibis of the three at the hotel?'
'That is much more difficult. It would be easy enough for one of them to leave the others for a few minutes, a hasty egress from one of the innumerable windows-lounge, smoking-room, drawing-room, writing-room, quickly under cover to the spot where the girl must pass-the shot fired and a rapid retreat. But as yet, mon ami, we are not even sure that we have arrived at all the dramatis personae in the drama. There is the respectable Ellen-and her so far unseen husband. Both inmates of the house and possibly, for all we know, with a grudge against our little Mademoiselle. There are even the unknown Australians at the lodge. And there may be others, friends and intimates of Miss Buckley's whom she has no reason for suspecting and consequently has not mentioned. I cannot help feeling, Hastings, that there is something behind this-something that has not yet come to light. I have a little idea that Miss Buckley knows more than she told us.'
'You think she is keeping something back?'
'Yes.'
'Possibly with an idea of shielding whoever it is?'
Poirot shook his head with the utmost energy.
'No, no. As far as that goes, she gave me the impression of being utterly frank. I am convinced that as regards these attempts on her life, she was telling all she knew. But there is something else-something that she believes has nothing to do with that at all. And I should like to know what that something is. For I-I say it in all modesty-am a great deal more intelligent thanune petite comme ca . I, Hercule Poirot, might see a connection where she sees none. It might give me the clue I am seeking. For I announce to you, Hastings, quite frankly and humbly, that I am as you express it, all on the sea. Until I can get some glimmering of the reason behind all this, I am in the dark. There must be something -some factor in the case that I do not grasp. What is it? Je me demande ca sans cesse. Qu'est-ce que c'est? '
'You will find out,' I said, soothingly.
'So long,' he said sombrely, 'as I do not find out too late.'
The Peril at End House
Chapter 5 – Mr and Mrs Croft
There was dancing that evening at the hotel. Nick Buckley dined there with her friends and waved a gay greeting to us.
She was dressed that evening in floating scarlet chiffon that dragged on the floor. Out of it rose her white neck and shoulders and her small impudent dark head.
'An engaging young devil,' I remarked. 'A contrast to her friend-eh?'
Frederica Rice was in white. She danced with a languorous weary grace that was as far removed from Nick's animation as anything could be.
'She is very beautiful,' said Poirot suddenly. 'Who? Our Nick?'
'No-the other. Is she evil? Is she good? Is she merely unhappy? One cannot tell. She is a mystery. She is, perhaps, nothing at all. But I tell you, my friend, she is anallumeuse.'
'What do you mean?' I asked curiously.
He shook his head, smiling.
'You will feel it sooner or later. Remember my words.'
Presently to my surprise, he rose. Nick was dancing with George Challenger. Frederica and Lazarus had just stopped and had sat down at their table. Then Lazarus got up and went away. Mrs Rice was alone. Poirot went straight to her table. I followed him.
His methods were direct and to the point.
'You permit?' He laid a hand on the back of a chair, then slid into it. 'I am anxious to have a word with you while your friend is dancing.'
'Yes?' Her voice sounded cool, uninterested.
'Madame, I do not know whether your friend has told you. If not, I will. Today her life has been attempted.'
Her great grey eyes