PART TWO

THE EVIDENCE

One

THE EVIDENCE OF THE WAGON¹ LIT CONDUCTOR

In the restaurant car all was in readiness.

Poirot and M. Bouc sat together on one side of a table. The doctor sat across the aisle².

On the table in front of Poirot was a plan of the Istanbul-Calais coach with the names of thepassengers marked in in red ink.

The passports and tickets were in a pile at one side. There was writing paper, ink, pen andpencils.

“Excellent,” said Poirot. “We can open our Court of Inquiry³ without more ado. First, I think, weshould take the evidence of the Wagon Lit conductor. You probably know something about theman. What character has he? Is he a man in whose word you would place reliance?”

“I should say so most assuredly. Pierre Michel has been employed by the company for overfifteen years. He is a Frenchman—lives near Calais. Thoroughly⁴ respectable and honest. Not,perhaps, remarkable⁵ for brains.”

Poirot nodded comprehendingly.

“Good,” he said. “Let us see him.”

Pierre Michel had recovered some of his assurance, but he was still extremely nervous.

“I hope Monsieur will not think that there has been any negligence⁶ on my part,” he saidanxiously, his eyes going from Poirot to M. Bouc. “It is a terrible thing that has happened. I hopeMonsieur does not think that it reflects on me in any way?”

Having soothed⁷ the man’s fears, Poirot began his questions. He first elicited⁸ Michel’s name andaddress, his length of service, and the length of time he had been on this particular route. Theseparticulars he already knew, but the routine questions served to put the man at his ease.

“And now,” went on Poirot, “let us come to the events of last night. M. Ratchett retired⁹ to bed—when?”

“Almost immediately after dinner, Monsieur. Actually before we left Belgrade. So he did on theprevious night. He had directed me to make up the bed while he was at dinner, and I did so.”

“Did anybody go into his compartment¹⁰ afterwards?”

“His valet, Monsieur, and the young American gentleman his secretary.”

“Anyone else?”

“No, Monsieur, not that I know of.”

“Good. And that is the last you saw or heard of him?”

“No, Monsieur. You forget, he rang his bell about twenty to one—soon after we had stopped.”

“What happened exactly?”

“I knocked at the door, but he called out and said he had made a mistake.”

“In English or in French?”

“In French.”

“What were his words exactly?”

“Ce n’est rien. Je me suis trompé.”

“Quite right,” said Poirot. “That is what I heard. And then you went away?”

“Yes, Monsieur.”

“Did you go back to your seat?”

“No, Monsieur, I went first to answer another bell that had just rung.”

“Now, Michel, I am going to ask you an important question. Where were you at a quarter pastone?”

“I, Monsieur? I was at my little seat at the end—facing up the corridor.”

“You are sure?”

“Mais oui—at least—”

“Yes?”

“I went into the next coach, the Athens coach, to speak to my colleague there. We spoke¹¹ aboutthe snow. That was at some time soon after one o’clock. I cannot say exactly.”

“And you returned—when?”

“One of my bells rang, Monsieur—I remember—I told you. It was the American lady. She hadrung several times.”

“I recollect,” said Poirot. “And after that?”

“After that, Monsieur? I answered your bell and brought you some mineral water. Then, abouthalf an hour later, I made up the bed in one of the other compartments—that of the youngAmerican gentleman, M. Ratchett’s secretary.”

“Was M. MacQueen alone in his compartment when you went to make up his bed?”

“The English Colonel from No. 15 was with him. They had been sitting talking.”

“What did the Colonel do when he left M. MacQueen?”

“He went back to his own compartment.”

“No. 15—that is quite close to your seat, is it not?”

“Yes, Monsieur, it is the second compartment from that end of the corridor.”

“His bed was already made up?”

“Yes, Monsieur. I had made it up while he was at dinner.”

“What time was all this?”

“I could not say exactly, Monsieur. Not later than two o’clock, certainly.”

“And after that?”

“After that, Monsieur, I sat in my seat till morning.”

“You did not go again into the Athens coach?”

“No, Monsieur.”

“Perhaps you slept?”

“I do not think so, Monsieur. The train being at a standstill prevented me from dozing¹² off as Iusually do.”

“Did you see any of the passengers moving up or down the corridor?”

The man reflected.

“One of the ladies went to the toilet at the far end, I think.”

“Which lady?”

“I do not know, Monsieur. It was far down the corridor, and she had her back to me. She had ona kimono of scarlet¹³ with dragons on it.”

Poirot nodded.

“And after that?”

“Nothing, Monsieur, until the morning.”

“You are sure?”

“Ah, pardon, you yourself, Monsieur, opened your door and looked out for a second.”

“Good, my friend,” said Poirot. “I wondered whether you would remember that. By the way, Iwas awakened¹⁴ by what sounded like something heavy falling against my door. Have you any ideawhat that could have been?”

The man stared at him.

“There was nothing, Monsieur. Nothing, I am positive of it.”

“Then I must have had the cauchemar,” said Poirot philosophically¹⁵.

“Unless,” said M. Bouc, “it was something in the compartment next door that you heard.”

Poirot took no notice of the suggestion. Perhaps he did not wish to before the Wagon Litconductor.

“Let us pass to another point,” he said. “Supposing that last night an assassin joined the train. Itis quite certain that he could not have left it after committing the crime?”

Pierre Michael shook his head.

“Nor that he can be concealed¹⁶ on it somewhere?”

“It has been well searched,” said M. Bouc. “Abandon that idea, my friend.”

“Besides,” said Michel, “no one could get on to the sleeping car without my seeing them.”

“When was the last stop?”

“Vincovci.”

“What time was that?”

“We should have left there at 11:58. But owing to the weather we were twenty minutes late.”

“Someone might have come along from the ordinary part of the train?”

“No, Monsieur. After the service of dinner the door between the ordinary carriages and thesleeping cars is locked.”

“Did you yourself descend¹⁷ from the train at Vincovci?”

“Yes, Monsieur. I got down on to the platform as usual and stood by the step up into the train.

The other conductors did the same.”

“What about the forward door? The one near the restaurant car?”

“It is always fastened on the inside.”

“It is not so fastened now.”

The man looked surprised, then his face cleared.

“Doubtless one of the passengers has opened it to look out on the snow.”

“Probably,” said Poirot.

He tapped thoughtfully on the table for a minute or two.

“Monsieur does not blame me?” said the man timidly.

Poirot smiled on him kindly¹⁸.

“You have had the evil chance, my friend,” he said. “Ah! One other point while I remember it.

You said that another bell rang just as you were knocking at M. Ratchett’s door. In fact, I heard itmyself. Whose was it?”

“It was the bell of Madame la Princesse Dragomiroff. She desired me to summon her maid.”

“And you did so?”

“Yes, Monsieur.”

Poirot studied the plan in front of him thoughtfully. Then he inclined his head.

“That is all,” he said, “for the moment.”

“Thank you, Monsieur.”

The man rose. He looked at M. Bouc.

“Do not distress¹⁹ yourself,” said the latter kindly. “I cannot see that there has been anynegligence on your part.”

Gratified, Pierre Michel left the compartment.

 

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