幽巷谋杀案01

One

I“Penny for the guy, sir?”

A small boy with a grimy face grinned ingratiatingly.

“Certainly not!” said Chief Inspector¹ Japp. “And, look here, my lad—”

A short homily followed. The dismayed urchin² beat a precipitate³ retreat, remarking brieflyand succinctly⁴ to his youthful friends:

“Blimey, if it ain’t a cop all togged up!”

The band took to its heels, chanting the incantation:

Remember, remember

The fifth of November

Gunpowder⁵ treason and plot.

We see no reason

Why gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.

The chief inspector’s companion, a small, elderly man with an egg-shaped head and large,military-looking moustaches, was smiling to himself.

“Très bien, Japp,” he observed. “You preach the sermon very well! I congratulate you!”

“Rank excuse for begging, that’s what Guy Fawkes’ Day is!” said Japp.

“An interesting survival,” mused⁶ Hercule Poirot. “The fireworks go up—crack—crack—longafter the man they commemorate⁷ and his deed are forgotten.”

The Scotland Yard man agreed.

“Don’t suppose many of those kids really know who Guy Fawkes was.”

“And soon, doubtless, there will be confusion of thought. Is it in honour or in execration⁸ thaton the fifth of November the feu d’artifice are sent up? To blow up an English Parliament, was it asin or a noble deed?”

Japp chuckled⁹.

“Some people would say undoubtedly¹⁰ the latter.”

Turning off the main road, the two men passed into the comparative quiet of a mews. Theyhad been dining together and were now taking a short cut to Hercule Poirot’s flat.

As they walked along the sound of squibs was still heard periodically. An occasional showerof golden rain illuminated¹¹ the sky.

“Good night for a murder,” remarked Japp with professional interest. “Nobody would hear ashot, for instance, on a night like this.”

“It has always seemed odd to me that more criminals do not take advantage of the fact,” saidHercule Poirot.

“Do you know, Poirot, I almost wish sometimes that you would commit a murder.”

“Mon cher!”

“Yes, I’d like to see just how you’d set about it.”

“My dear Japp, if I committed a murder you would not have the least chance of seeing—howI set about it! You would not even be aware, probably, that a murder had been committed.”

Japp laughed good-humouredly and affectionately.

“Cocky little devil, aren’t you?” he said indulgently.

 

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