Fourteen

CHARLES ARUNDELL

I must confess that from the moment I set eyes on him I entertained a sneaking¹ liking² for CharlesArundell. There was something so debonair³ and carefree about him. His eyes had an agreeable andhumorous twinkle and his grin was one of the most disarming⁴ I have ever encountered.

He came across the room and sat down on the arm of one of the massive, upholstered chairs.

“What’s it all about, old girl?” he asked.

“This is M. Hercule Poirot, Charles. He is prepared to—er—do some dirty work for us in returnfor a small consideration.”

“I protest,” cried Poirot. “Not dirty work—shall we say a little harmless deception⁵ of some kind—so that the original intention of the testator is carried out? Let us put it that way.”

“Put it anyway you like,” said Charles agreeably. “What made Theresa think of you, I wonder?”

“She did not,” said Poirot quickly. “I came here of my own accord.”

“Offering your services?”

“Not quite that. I was asking for you. Your sister told me you had gone abroad.”

“Theresa,” said Charles, “is a very careful sister. She hardly ever makes a mistake. In fact, she’ssuspicious as the devil.”

He smiled at her affectionately but she did not smile back. She looked worried and thoughtful.

“Surely,” said Charles. “We’ve got things the wrong way round? Isn’t M. Poirot famous fortracking down criminals? Surely not for aiding and abetting⁶ them?”

“We’re not criminals,” said Theresa sharply.

“But we’re willing to be,” said Charles affably. “I’d thought of a spot of forgery⁷ myself—that’srather my line. I got sent down from Oxford⁸ because of a little misunderstanding about a cheque.

That was childishly simple, though — merely a question of adding a nought¹⁰. Then there wasanother little fracas¹¹ with Aunt Emily and the local bank. Foolish on my part, of course. I ought tohave realized the old lady was sharp as needles. However, all these incidents have been very smallfry—fivers and tenners—that class. A deathbed will would be admittedly risky¹². One would have toget hold of the stiff and starched¹³ Ellen and—is suborn the word?—anyway, induce her to say shehad witnessed it. It would take some doing, I fear. I might even marry her and then she wouldn’tbe able to give evidence against me afterwards.”

He grinned amiably¹⁴ at Poirot.

“I feel sure you’ve installed a secret dictaphone and Scotland Yard is listening in,” he said.

“Your problem interests me,” said Poirot with a touch of reproof¹⁵ in his manner. “Naturally Icould not connive¹⁶ at anything against the law. But there are more ways than one—” he stoppedsignificantly.

Charles Arundell shrugged¹⁷ his graceful¹⁸ shoulders.

“I’ve no doubt there’s an equal choice of devious¹⁹ ways inside the law,” he said agreeably. “Youshould know.”

“By whom was the will witnessed? I mean the one made on April 21st?”

“Purvis brought down his clerk and the second witness was the gardener.”

“It was signed then in Mr. Purvis’s presence?”

“It was.”

“And Mr. Purvis, I fancy, is a man of the highest respectability?”

“Purvis, Purvis, Charlesworth and once more Purvis are just about as respectable andimpeccable as the Bank of England,” said Charles.

“He didn’t like making the will,” said Theresa. “In an ultracorrect fashion I believe he eventried to dissuade²⁰ Aunt Emily from making it.”

Charles said sharply:

“Did he tell you that, Theresa?”

“Yes. I went to see him again yesterday.”

“It’s no good, my sweet—you ought to realize that. Only piles up the six and eightpences.”

Theresa shrugged her shoulders.

Poirot said:

“I will ask you to give me as much information as you can about the last weeks of MissArundell’s life. Now, to begin with, I understand that you and your brother and also Dr. Taniosand his wife stayed there for Easter?”

“Yes, we did.”

“Did anything happen of significance during that weekend?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Nothing? But I thought—”

Charles broke in.

“What a self- centred creature you are, Theresa. Nothing of significance happened to you!

Wrapped in love’s young dream! Let me tell you, M. Poirot, that Theresa has a blue-eyed boy inMarket Basing. One of the local sawbones. She’s got rather a faulty sense of proportion inconsequence. As a matter of fact, my revered²¹ aunt took a header down the stairs and nearly passedout. Wish she had. It would have saved all this fuss.”

“She fell down the stairs?”

“Yes, tripped over the dog’s ball. Intelligent little brute²² left it at the top of the stairs and shetook a header over it in the night.”

“This was—when?”

“Let me see—Tuesday—the evening before we left.”

“Your aunt was seriously injured?”

“Unfortunately she didn’t fall on her head. If she had we might have pleaded softening²³ of thebrain—or whatever it’s called scientifically. No, she was hardly hurt at all.”

Poirot said drily:

“Very disappointing for you!”

“Eh? Oh, I see what you mean. Yes, as you say, very disappointing. Tough nuts, these oldladies.”

“And you all left on the Wednesday morning?”

“That’s right.”

“That was Wednesday, the fifteenth. When did you next see your aunt?”

“Well, it wasn’t the next weekend. It was the weekend after that.”

That would be—let me see—the twenty-fifth, would it not?”

“Yes, I think that was the date.”

“And your aunt died—when?”

“The following Friday.”

“Having been taken ill on the Monday night?”

“Yes.”

“That was the Monday that you left?”

“Yes.”

“You did not return during her illness?”

“Not until the Friday. We didn’t realize she was really bad.”

“You got there in time to see her alive?”

“No, she died before we arrived.”

Poirot shifted his glance to Theresa Arundell.

“You accompanied your brother on both these occasions?”

“Yes.”

“And nothing was said during the second weekend about a new will having been made?”

“Nothing,” said Theresa.

Charles, however, had answered at the same moment.

“Oh, yes,” he said. “It was.”

He spoke²⁴ airily as ever, but there was something a little constrained²⁵ as though the airiness weremore artificial than usual.

“It was?” said Poirot.

“Charles!” cried Theresa.

Charles seemed anxious not to meet his sister’s eye.

He spoke to her without looking at her.

“Surely you remember, old girl? I told you. Aunt Emily made a kind of ultimatum²⁶ of it. Satthere like a judge in court. Made a kind of speech. Said she thoroughly²⁷ disapproved²⁸ of all herrelations—that is to say, of me and Theresa. Bella, she allowed, she had nothing against, but onthe other hand she disliked and distrusted her husband. Buy British was ever Aunt Emily’s motto.

If Bella were to inherit any considerable sum of money she said she was convinced that Tanioswould somehow or other get possession of it. Trust a Greek to do that! ‘She’s safer as she is,’ shewent on to say. Then she said that neither I nor Theresa were fit people to be trusted with money.

We would only gamble and squander²⁹ it away. Therefore, she finished up, she had made a new willand had left the entire estate to Miss Lawson. ‘She is a fool,’ said Aunt Emily, ‘but she is a faithfulsoul. And I really believe she is devoted³⁰ to me. She cannot help her lack of brains. I have thoughtit fairer to tell you this, Charles, as you may as well realize that it will not be possible for you toraise money on your expectations from me.’ Rather a nasty one, that. Just what I’d been trying todo.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Charles?” demanded Theresa fiercely.

Poirot asked:

“And what did you say, Mr. Arundell?”

“I?” said Charles airily. “Oh, I just laughed. No good cutting up rough. That’s not the way. ‘Justas you please, Aunt Emily,’ I said. ‘Bit of a blow, perhaps, but after all, it’s your own money andyou can do what you like with it.’”

“And your aunt’s reaction to that?”

“Oh, it went down well—very well indeed. She said, ‘Well, I will say you’re a sportsman,Charles.’ And I said, ‘Got to take the rough with the smooth. As a matter of fact, if I’ve noexpectations what about giving me a tenner now?’ And she said I was an impudent³¹ boy andactually parted with a fiver.”

“You concealed³² your feelings very cleverly.”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I didn’t take it very seriously.”

“You didn’t?”

“No. I thought it was what you might call a gesture on the old bean’s part. She wanted tofrighten us all. I’d a pretty shrewd suspicion that after a few weeks or perhaps months she’d tearthat will up. She was pretty hot on family, Aunt Emily. And, as a matter of fact, I believe that’swhat she would have done if she hadn’t died so confoundedly suddenly.”

“Ah!” said Poirot. “It is an interesting idea that.”

He remained silent for a minute or two then went on:

“Could anyone, Miss Lawson, for instance, have overheard your conversation?”

“Rather. We weren’t speaking any too low. As a matter of fact, the Lawson bird was hoveringabout outside the door when I went out. Been doing a bit of snooping in my opinion.”

Poirot turned a thoughtful glance on Theresa.

“And you knew nothing of this?”

Before she could answer, Charles broke in.

“Theresa, old girl, I’m sure I told you—or hinted to you?”

There was a queer sort of pause. Charles was looking fixedly³³ at Theresa, and there was ananxiety, a fixity, about his gaze that seemed out of all proportion to the subject matter.

Theresa said slowly:

“If you had told me—I don’t think—I could have forgotten, do you, M. Poirot?”

Her long dark eyes turned to him.

Poirot said slowly:

“No, I don’t think you could have forgotten, Miss Arundell.”

Then he turned sharply to Charles.

“Let me be quite clear on one point. Did Miss Arundell tell you she was about to alter her will,or did she tell you specifically that she had altered it?”

Charles said quickly:

“Oh, she was quite definite. As a matter of fact she showed me the will.”

Poirot leaned forward. His eyes opened wide.

“This is very important. You say that Miss Arundell actually showed you the will?”

Charles gave a sudden schoolboy wriggle—a rather disarming action. Poirot’s gravity made himquite uncomfortable.

“Yes,” he said. “She showed it to me.”

“You can swear definitely to that?”

“Of course I can.” Charles looked nervously³⁴ at Poirot. “I don’t see what is so significant aboutthat.”

There was a sudden brusque movement from Theresa. She had risen and was standing⁹ by themantelpiece. She quickly lit another cigarette.

“And you, mademoiselle?” Poirot whirled suddenly round on her. “Did your aunt say nothing ofimportance to you during that weekend?”

“I don’t think so. She was—quite amiable³⁵. That is, as amiable as she usually was. Lectured mea bit about my way of life and all that. But then, she always did. She seemed perhaps a bit morejumpy than usual.”

Poirot said, smiling:

“I suppose, mademoiselle, that you were more taken up with your fiancé?”

Theresa said sharply:

“He wasn’t there. He was away, he’d gone to some medical congress.”

“You had not seen him then since the Easter weekend? Was that the last time you had seenhim?”

“Yes—on the evening before we left he came to dinner.”

“You had not—excuse me—had any quarrel with him then?”

“Certainly not.”

“I only thought seeing that he was away on your second visit—”

Charles broke in:

“Ah, but you see, that second weekend was rather unpremeditated. We went down on the spurof the moment.”

“Really?”

“Oh, let’s have the truth,” said Theresa wearily. “You see, Bella and her husband were downthe weekend before—fussing over Aunt Emily because of her accident. We thought they mightsteal a march on us—”

“We thought,” said Charles with a grin, “that we’d better show a little concern for Aunt Emily’shealth too. Really, though, the old lady was much too sharp to be taken in by the dutiful attentionstunt. She knew very well how much it was worth. No fool, Aunt Emily.”

Theresa laughed suddenly.

“It’s a pretty story, isn’t it? All of us with our tongues hanging out for money.”

“Was that the case with your cousin and her husband?”

“Oh, yes, Bella’s always hard up. Rather pathetic the way she tries to copy all my clothes atabout an eighth of the price. Tanios speculated with her money, I believe. They’re hard put to it tomake both ends meet. They’ve got two children and want to educate them in England.”

“Can you perhaps give me their address?” said Poirot.

“They’re staying at the Durham Hotel in Bloomsbury.”

“What is she like, your cousin?”

“Bella? Well, she’s a dreary³⁶ woman. Eh, Charles?”

“Oh, definitely a dreary woman. Rather like an earwig. She’s a devoted mother. So are earwigs,I believe.”

“And her husband.”

“Tanios? Well, he looks a bit odd, but he’s really a thoroughly nice fellow. Clever, amusing anda thorough good sport.”

“You agree, mademoiselle?”

“Well, I must admit I prefer him to Bella. He’s a damned clever doctor, I believe. All the same,I wouldn’t trust him very far.”

“Theresa,” said Charles, “doesn’t trust anybody.”

He put an arm round her.

“She doesn’t trust me.”

“Anyone who trusted you, my sweet, would be mentally deficient,” said Theresa kindly³⁷.

The brother and sister moved apart and looked at Poirot.

Poirot bowed and moved to the door.

“I am—as you say—on the job! It is difficult, but mademoiselle is right. There is always a way.

Ah, by the way, this Miss Lawson, is she the kind that might conceivably lose her head undercross-examination in court?”

Charles and Theresa exchanged glances.

“I should say,” said Charles, “that a really bullying³⁸ K.C. could make her say black was white!”

“That,” said Poirot, “may be very useful.”

He skipped out of the room and I followed him. In the hall he picked up his hat, moved to thefront door, opened it and shut it again quickly with a bang. Then he tiptoed to the door of thesitting room and unblushingly applied³⁹ his ear to the crack. At whatever school Poirot waseducated, there were clearly no unwritten rules about eavesdropping⁴⁰. I was horrified⁴¹ butpowerless. I made urgent signs to Poirot but he took no notice.

And then, clearly, in Theresa Arundell’s deep, vibrant⁴² voice, there came two words:

“You fool!”

There was the noise of footsteps along the passage and Poirot quickly seized me by the arm,opened the front door and passed through, closing it noiselessly behind him.

 

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