Prologue¹

“Elinor Katharine Carlisle. You stand charged upon this indictment² with the murder of MaryGerrard upon the 27th of July last. Are you guilty or not guilty?”

Elinor Carlisle stood very straight, her head raised. It was a graceful³ head, the modelling of thebones sharp and well-defined. The eyes were a deep vivid blue, the hair black. The brows hadbeen plucked to a faint thin line.

There was a silence—quite a noticeable silence.

Sir Edwin Bulmer, Counsel for the Defence, felt a thrill of dismay.

He thought:

“My God, she’s going to plead guilty… She’s lost her nerve….”

Elinor Carlisle’s lips parted. She said:

“Not guilty.”

Counsel for the Defence sank back. He passed a handkerchief over his brow, realizing that ithad been a near shave.

Sir Samuel Attenbury was on his feet, outlining the case for the Crown.

“May it please your lordship, gentlemen of the jury, on the 27th of July, at half past three in theafternoon, Mary Gerrard died at Hunterbury, Maidensford….”

His voice ran on, sonorous⁴ and pleasing to the ear. It lulled⁵ Elinor almost into unconsciousness.

From the simple and concise⁶ narrative⁷, only an occasional phrase seeped⁸ through to her consciousmind.

“…case a peculiarly simple and straightforward⁹ one…“…It is the duty of the Crown…prove motive¹⁰ and opportunity…“…No one, as far as can be seen, had any motive to kill this unfortunate girl, Mary Gerrard,except the accused. A young girl of a charming disposition—liked by everybody—without, onewould have said, an enemy in the world….”

Mary, Mary Gerrard! How far away it all seemed now. Not real any longer….

“…Your attention will be particularly directed to the following considerations:

1. What opportunities and means had the accused for administering poison?

2. What motive had she for so doing?

“It will be my duty to call before you witnesses who can help you to form a true conclusion onthese matters….

“…As regards the poisoning of Mary Gerrard, I shall endeavour to show you that no one hadany opportunity to commit this crime except the accused….”

Elinor felt as though imprisoned¹¹ in a thick mist. Detached words came drifting through the fog.

“…Sandwiches…

“…Fish paste…

“…Empty house…”

The words stabbed through the thick enveloping¹² blanket of Elinor’s thoughts — pin- pricksthrough a heavy muffling¹³ veil….

The court. Faces. Rows and rows of faces! One particular face with a big black moustache andshrewd eyes. Hercule Poirot, his head a little on one side, his eyes thoughtful, was watching her.

She thought: He’s trying to see just exactly why I did it… He’s trying to get inside my head tosee what I thought—what I felt….

Felt…? A little blur—a slight sense of shock… Roddy’s face—his dear, dear face with its longnose, its sensitive mouth… Roddy! Always Roddy—always, ever since she could remember…since those days at Hunterbury amongst the raspberries and up in the warren and down by thebrook. Roddy—Roddy—Roddy…

Other faces! Nurse O’Brien, her mouth slightly open, her freckled¹⁴ fresh face thrust forward.

Nurse Hopkins looking smug—smug and implacable. Peter Lord’s face—Peter Lord—so kind, sosensible, so—so comforting! But looking now—what was it—lost? Yes—lost! Minding—mindingall this frightfully! While she herself, the star performer, didn’t mind at all!

Here she was, quite calm and cold, standing¹⁵ in the dock, accused of murder. She was in court.

Something stirred; the folds of blanket round her brain lightened—became mere¹⁶ wraiths¹⁷. Incourt!…People…

People leaning forward, their lips parted a little, their eyes agog¹⁸, staring at her, Elinor, with ahorrible ghoulish enjoyment—listening with a kind of slow, cruel relish¹⁹ to what that tall man withthe Jewish nose was saying about her.

“The facts in this case are extremely easy to follow and are not in dispute. I shall put thembefore you quite simply. From the very beginning…”

Elinor thought:

“The beginning… The beginning? The day that horrible anonymous²⁰ letter came! That was thebeginning of it….”

 

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