Fifteen

MISS LAWSON

“Poirot,” I said. “Have we got to listen at doors?”

“Calm yourself, my friend. It was only I who listened! It was not you who put your ear to thecrack. On the contrary, you stood bolt upright like a soldier.”

“But I heard just the same.”

“True. Mademoiselle was hardly whispering.”

“Because she thought that we had left the flat.”

“Yes, we practised a little deception¹ there.”

“I don’t like that sort of thing.”

“Your moral attitude is irreproachable²! But let us not repeat ourselves. This conversation hasoccurred on previous occasions. You are about to say that it is not playing the game. And my replyis that murder is not a game.”

“But there is no question of murder here.”

“Do not be sure of that.”

“The intention, yes, perhaps. But after all, murder, and attempted murder are not the samething.”

“Morally they are exactly the same thing. But what I meant was, are you so sure that it is onlyattempted murder that occupies our attention?”

I stared at him.

“But old Miss Arundell died a perfectly³ natural death.”

“I repeat again—are you so sure?”

“Everyone says so!”

“Everyone? Oh, là, là!”

“The doctor says so,” I pointed⁴ out. “Dr. Grainger. He ought to know.”

“Yes, he ought to know.” Poirot’s voice was dissatisfied. “But remember, Hastings, again andagain a body is exhumed—and in each case a certificate has been signed in all good faith by thedoctor attending the case.”

“Yes, but in this case, Miss Arundell died of a long-standing complaint.”

“It seems so—yes.”

Poirot’s voice was still dissatisfied. I looked at him keenly.

“Poirot,” I said, “I’ll begin a sentence with Are you sure! Are you sure you are not being carriedaway by professional zeal⁵? You want it to be murder and so you think it must be murder.”

The shadow on his brow deepened. He nodded his head slowly.

“It is clever what you say, there, Hastings. It is a weak spot on which you put your finger.

Murder is my business. I am like a great surgeon who specializes in—say—appendicitis or somerarer operation. A patient comes to him and he regards that patient solely⁶ from the standpoint ofhis own specialized⁷ subject. Is there any possible reason for thinking this man suffers from so andso…? Me, I am like that, too. I say to myself always, ‘Can this possibly be murder?’ And you see,my friend, there is nearly always a possibility.”

“I shouldn’t say there was much possibility here,” I remarked.

“But she died, Hastings! You cannot get away from that fact. She died!”

“She was in poor health. She was past seventy. It all seems perfectly natural to me.”

“And does it also seem natural to you that Theresa Arundell should call her brother a fool withthat degree of intensity⁸?”

“What has that got to do with it?”

“Everything! Tell me, what did you think of that statement of Mr. Charles Arundell’s—that hisaunt had shown him her new will?”

I looked at Poirot, warily⁹.

“What do you make of it?” I asked.

Why should Poirot always be the one to ask the questions?

“I call it very interesting—very interesting indeed. So was Miss Theresa Arundell’s reaction toit. Their passage of arms was suggestive—very suggestive.”

“H’m,” I said, in oracular fashion.

“It opens up two distinct lines of inquiry¹⁰.”

“They seem a nice pair of crooks,” I remarked. “Ready for anything. The girl’s amazinglygood-looking. As for young Charles, he’s certainly an attractive scoundrel.”

Poirot was just hailing a taxi. It drew into the kerb and Poirot gave an address to the driver.

“17 Clanroyden Mansions¹¹, Bayswater.”

“So it’s Lawson next,” I commented. “And after that—the Tanioses?”

“Quite right, Hastings.”

“What r?le are you adopting here?” I inquired as the taxi drew up at Clanroyden Mansions.

“The biographer of General Arundell, a prospective¹² tenant¹³ of Littlegreen House, or somethingmore subtle still?”

“I shall present myself simply as Hercule Poirot.”

“How very disappointing,” I gibed¹⁴.

Poirot merely threw me a glance and paid off the taxi.

No. 17 was on the second floor. A pert-looking maid opened the door and showed us into aroom that really struck a ludicrous note after the one we had just left.

Theresa Arundell’s flat had been bare to the point of emptiness. Miss Lawson’s on the otherhand was so crammed¹⁵ with furniture and odds¹⁶ and ends that one could hardly move about withoutthe fear of knocking something over.

The door opened and a rather stout¹⁷, middle-aged¹⁸ lady came in. Miss Lawson was very much asI had pictured her. She had an eager, rather foolish face, untidy greyish hair and pince-nez percheda little askew¹⁹ on her nose. Her style of conversation was spasmodic and consisted of gasps²¹.

“Good morning—er—I don’t think—”

“Miss Wilhelmina Lawson?”

“Yes—yes—that is my name….”

“My name is Poirot—Hercule Poirot. Yesterday I was looking over Littlegreen House.”

“Oh, yes?”

Miss Lawson’s mouth fell a little wider open and she made some inefficient²² dabs²³ at her untidyhair.

“Won’t you sit down?” she went on. “Sit here, won’t you? Oh, dear, I’m afraid that table is inyour way. I’m just a leetle bit crowded here. So difficult! These flats! Just a teeny bit on the smallside. But so central! And I do like being central. Don’t you?”

With a gasp²⁰ she sat down on an uncomfortable-looking Victorian chair and, her pince-nez stillawry, leaned forward breathlessly and looked at Poirot hopefully.

“I went to Littlegreen House in the guise²⁵ of a purchaser,” went on Poirot. “But I should like tosay at once—this is in the strictest confidence—”

“Oh, yes,” breathed Miss Lawson, apparently²⁶ pleasurably excited.

“The very strictest confidence,” continued Poirot, “that I went there with another object… Youmay or may not be aware that shortly before she died Miss Arundell wrote to me—”

He paused and then went on:

“I am a well-known private detective.”

A variety of expressions chased themselves over Miss Lawson’s slightly flushed countenance²⁷. Iwondered which one Poirot would single out as relevant to his inquiry. Alarm, excitement,surprise, puzzlement….

“Oh,” she said. Then after a pause, “Oh,” again.

And then, quite unexpectedly, she asked:

“Was it about the money?”

Poirot, even, was slightly taken aback. He said tentatively:

“You mean the money that was—”

“Yes, yes. The money that was taken from the drawer?”

Poirot said, quietly:

“Miss Arundell didn’t tell you she had written to me on the subject of that money?”

“No, indeed. I had no idea—Well, really, I must say I’m very surprised—”

“You thought she would not have mentioned it to anyone?”

“I certainly didn’t think so. You see, she had a very good idea—”

She stopped again. Poirot said, quickly:

“She had a very good idea who took it. That is what you would say, is it not?”

Miss Lawson nodded and continued breathlessly:

“And I shouldn’t have thought she would have wanted—well, I mean she said—that is, sheseemed to feel—”

Again Poirot cut in neatly²⁸ into the midst of these incoherencies.

“It was a family matter?”

“Exactly.”

“But me,” said Poirot, “I specialize in family matters. I am, you see, very very discreet²⁹.”

Miss Lawson nodded vigorously.

“Oh! of course—that makes a difference. It’s not like the police.”

“No, no. I am not at all like the police. That would not have done at all.”

“Oh, no. Dear Miss Arundell was such a proud woman. Of course, there had been troublebefore with Charles, but it was always hushed up. Once, I believe, he had to go to Australia!”

“Just so,” said Poirot. “Now the facts of the case were as follows, were they not? Miss Arundellhad a sum of money in a drawer—”

He paused. Miss Lawson hastened to confirm his statement.

“Yes—from the Bank. For the wages, you know, and the books.”

“And how much was missing exactly?”

“Four pound notes. No, no, I am wrong, three pound notes and two ten-shilling notes. One mustbe exact, I know, very exact, in such matters.” Miss Lawson looked at him earnestly andabsentmindedly knocked her pince-nez a little farther awry²⁴. Her rather prominent eyes seemed togoggle at him.

“Thank you, Miss Lawson. I see you have an excellent business sense.”

Miss Lawson bridled³⁰ a little and uttered a deprecatory laugh.

“Miss Arundell suspected, no doubt with reason, that her nephew Charles was responsible forthis theft,” went on Poirot.

“Yes.”

“Although there was no particular evidence to show who actually took the money?”

“Oh, but it must have been Charles! Mrs. Tanios wouldn’t do such a thing, and her husband wasquite a stranger and wouldn’t have known where the money was kept—neither of them would.

And I don’t think Theresa Arundell would dream of such a thing. She’s got plenty of money andalways so beautifully dressed.”

“It might have been one of the servants,” Poirot suggested.

Miss Lawson seemed horrified³¹ by the idea.

“Oh, no, indeed, neither Ellen nor Annie would have dreamed of such a thing. They are bothmost superior women and absolutely honest I am sure.”

Poirot waited a minute or two. Then he said:

“I wonder if you can give me any idea—I am sure you can, for if anyone possessed³² MissArundell’s confidence you did—”

Miss Lawson murmured confusedly:

“Oh, I don’t know about that, I’m sure—” but she was clearly flattered.

“I feel that you will be able to help me.”

“Oh, I’m sure, if I can—anything I can do—”

Poirot went on:

“This is in confidence—”

A sort of owlish expression appeared on Miss Lawson’s face. The magical words “inconfidence” seemed to be a kind of Open Sesame.

“Have you any idea of the reason which caused Miss Arundell to alter her will?”

“Her will? Oh—her will?”

Miss Lawson seemed slightly taken aback.

Poirot said, watching her closely:

“It is true, is it not, that she made a new will shortly before her death, leaving all her fortune toyou?”

“Yes, but I knew nothing about it. Nothing at all!” Miss Lawson was shrill³³ in protest. “It wasthe greatest surprise to me! A wonderful surprise, of course! So good of dear Miss Arundell. Andshe never even gave me a hint. Not the smallest hint! I was so taken aback when Mr. Purvis read itout, I didn’t know where to look, or whether to laugh or cry! I assure you, M. Poirot, the shock ofit—the shock, you know. The kindness—the wonderful kindness of dear Miss Arundell. Of course,I’d hoped perhaps, for just a little something—perhaps just a teeny, teeny legacy—though ofcourse, there was no reason she should have left me even that. I’d not been with her so very long.

But this—it was like—it was like a fairy story! Even now I can’t quite believe in it, if you knowwhat I mean. And sometimes—well sometimes—I don’t feel altogether comfortable about it. Imean—well, I mean—”

She knocked off her pince-nez, picked them up, fumbled³⁴ with them and went on even moreincoherently.

“Sometimes I feel that—well, flesh and blood is flesh and blood after all, and I don’t feel quitecomfortable at Miss Arundell’s leaving all her money away from her family. I mean, it doesn’tseem right, does it? Not all of it. Such a large fortune, too! Nobody had any idea! But—well—itdoes make one feel uncomfortable—and everyone saying things, you know—and I’m sure I’venever been an ill-natured woman! I mean I wouldn’t have dreamed of influencing Miss Arundellin any way! And it’s not as though I could, either. Truth to tell, I was always just a teeny weeny bitafraid of her! She was so sharp, you know, so inclined to jump on you. And quite rude sometimes!

‘Don’t be a downright fool,’ she’d snap. And really, after all, I had my feelings and sometimes I’dfeel quite upset… And then to find out that all the time she’d really been fond of me—well, it wasvery wonderful, wasn’t it? Only of course, as I say, there’s been a lot of unkindness, and really insome ways one feels—I mean, well, it does seem a little hard, doesn’t it, on some people?”

“You mean that you would prefer to relinquish³⁵ the money?” asked Poirot.

Just for a moment I fancied a flicker³⁶ of some quite different expression showed itself in MissLawson’s dull, pale blue eyes. I imagined that, just for a moment, a shrewd, intelligent woman satthere instead of an amiable³⁷, foolish one.

She said with a little laugh.

“Well — of course, there is the other side of it too… I mean there are two sides to everyquestion. What I say is, Miss Arundell meant me to have the money. I mean if I didn’t take it Ishould be going against her wishes. And that wouldn’t be right, either, would it?”

“It is a difficult question,” said Poirot, shaking his head. “Yes, indeed, I have worried over it agreat deal. Mrs. Tanios—Bella—she is such a nice woman—and those dear children! I mean, Ifeel sure Miss Arundell wouldn’t have wanted her to—I feel, you see, that dear Miss Arundellintended me to use my discretion³⁸. She didn’t want to leave any money outright³⁹ to Bella becauseshe was afraid that man would get hold of it.”

“What man?”

“Her husband. You know, Mr. Poirot, the poor girl is quite under his thumb. She does anythinghe tells her. I daresay she’d murder someone if he told her to! And she’s afraid of him. I’m quitesure she’s afraid of him. I’ve seen her look simply terrified once or twice. Now that isn’t right, Mr.

Poirot—you can’t say that’s right.”

Poirot did not say so. Instead he inquired:

“What sort of man is Dr. Tanios?”

“Well,” said Miss Lawson, hesitating, “he’s a very pleasant man.”

She stopped, doubtfully.

“But you don’t trust him?”

“Well—no, I don’t. I don’t know,” went on Miss Lawson doubtfully, “that I’d trust any manvery much! Such dreadful things one hears! And all their poor wives go through! It’s reallyterrible! Of course, Dr. Tanios pretends to be very fond of his wife and he’s quite charming to her.

His manners are really delightful⁴⁰. But I don’t trust foreigners. They’re so artful! And I’m quitesure dear Miss Arundell didn’t want her money to get into his hands!”

“It is hard on Miss Theresa Arundell and Mr. Charles Arundell also to be deprived of theirinheritance,” Poirot suggested.

A spot of colour came into Miss Lawson’s face.

“I think Theresa has quite as much money as is good for her!” she said sharply. “She spendshundreds of pounds on her clothes, alone. And her underclothing—it’s wicked! When one thinksof so many nice, well-bred girls who have to earn their own living—”

Poirot gently completed the sentence.

“You think it would do no harm for her to earn hers for a bit?”

Miss Lawson looked at him solemnly.

“It might do her a lot of good,” she said. “It might bring her to her senses. Adversity teaches usmany things.”

Poirot nodded slowly. He was watching her intently.

“And Charles?”

“Charles doesn’t deserve a penny,” said Miss Lawson, sharply. “If Miss Arundell cut him out ofher will, it was for a very good cause—after his wicked threats.”

“Threats?” Poirot’s eyebrows⁴¹ rose.

“Yes, threats.”

“What threats? When did he threaten her?”

“Let me see, it was—yes, of course, it was at Easter. Actually on Easter Sunday—which madeit even worse!”

“What did he say?”

“He asked her for money and she refused to give it him! And then he told her that it wasn’t wiseof her. He said if she kept up that attitude he would—now what was the phrase—a very vulgarAmerican one—oh, yes, he said he would bump her off!”

“He threatened to bump her off?”

“Yes.”

“And what did Miss Arundell say?”

“She said: ‘I think you’ll find, Charles, that I can look after myself.’”

“You were in the room at the time?”

“Not exactly in the room,” said Miss Lawson after a momentary⁴² pause.

“Quite, quite,” said Poirot, hastily. “And Charles, what did he say to that?”

“He said: ‘Don’t be too sure.’”

Poirot said slowly:

“Did Miss Arundell take this threat seriously?”

“Well, I don’t know… She didn’t say anything to me about it… But then she wouldn’t do that,anyway.”

Poirot said quietly:

“You knew, of course, that Miss Arundell was making a new will?”

“No, no. I’ve told you, it was a complete surprise. I never dreamt—”

Poirot interrupted.

“You did not know the contents. But you knew the fact—that there was a will being made?”

“Well—I suspected—I mean her sending for the lawyer when she was laid up—”

“Exactly. That was after she had a fall, was it not?”

“Yes, Bob—Bob was the dog—he had left his ball at the top of the stairs—and she tripped overit and fell.”

“A nasty accident.”

“Oh, yes, why, she might easily have broken her leg or her arm. The doctor said so.”

“She might quite easily have been killed.”

“Yes, indeed.”

Her answer seemed quite natural and frank.

Poirot said, smiling:

“I think I saw Master Bob at Littlegreen House.”

“Oh, yes, I expect you did. He’s a dear little doggie.” Nothing annoys me more than to hear asporting terrier called a dear little doggie. No wonder, I thought, that Bob despised Miss Lawsonand refused to do anything she told him.

“And he is very intelligent?” went on Poirot.

“Oh, yes, very.”

“How upset he’d be if he knew he had nearly killed his mistress?”

Miss Lawson did not answer. She merely shook her head and sighed.

Poirot asked:

“Do you think it possible that that fall influenced Miss Arundell to remake her will?”

We were getting perilously⁴³ near the bone here, I thought, but Miss Lawson seemed to find thequestion quite natural.

“You know,” she said, “I shouldn’t wonder if you weren’t right. It gave her a shock—I’m sureof that. Old people never like to think there’s any chance of their dying. But an accident like thatmakes one think. Or perhaps she might have had a premonition that her death wasn’t far off.”

Poirot said casually⁴⁴:

“She was in fairly good health, was she not?”

“Oh, yes. Very well, indeed.”

“Her illness must have come on very suddenly?”

“Oh, it did. It was quite a shock. We had had some friends that evening—” Miss Lawsonpaused.

“Your friends, the Misses Tripp. I have met those ladies. They are quite charming.”

Miss Lawson’s face flushed with pleasure.

“Yes, aren’t they? Such cultured women! Such wide interests! And so very spiritual! They toldyou, perhaps—about our sittings? I expect you are a sceptic—but indeed, I wish I could tell youthe inexpressible joy of getting into touch with those who’ve passed over!”

“I am sure of it. I am sure of it.”

“Do you know, Mr. Poirot, my mother has spoken to me—more than once. It is such a joy toknow that one’s dear ones are still thinking of one and watching over one.”

“Yes, yes, I can well understand that,” said Poirot, gently. “And was Miss Arundell also abeliever?”

Miss Lawson’s face clouded over a little.

“She was willing to be convinced,” she said, doubtfully. “But I do not think she alwaysapproached the matter in the right frame of mind. She was sceptical and unbelieving—and once ortwice her attitude attracted a most undesirable⁴⁵ type of spirit! There were some very ribaldmessages—all due, I am convinced, to Miss Arundell’s attitude.”

“I should think very likely due to Miss Arundell,” agreed Poirot.

“But on that last evening—” continued Miss Lawson, “perhaps Isabel and Julia told you?—there were distinct phenomena⁴⁶. Actually the beginning of a materialization. Ectoplasm — youknow what ectoplasm is perhaps?”

“Yes, yes, I am acquainted with its nature.”

“It proceeds, you know, from the medium’s mouth in the form of a ribbon and builds itself upinto a form. Now I am convinced, Mr. Poirot, that unknown to herself Miss Arundell was amedium. On that evening I distinctly saw a luminous⁴⁷ ribbon issuing from dear Miss Arundell’smouth! Then her head became enveloped⁴⁸ in a luminous mist.”

“Most interesting!”

“And then, unfortunately, Miss Arundell was suddenly taken ill and we had to break up theséance.”

“You sent for the doctor—when?”

“First thing the following morning.”

“Did he think the matter grave?”

“Well, he sent in a hospital nurse the following evening, but I think he hoped she would pullthrough.”

“The—excuse me—the relatives were not sent for?”

Miss Lawson flushed.

“They were notified as soon as possible—that is to say, when Dr. Grainger pronounced her tobe in danger.”

“What was the cause of the attack? Something she had eaten?”

“No, I don’t think there was anything in particular. Dr. Grainger said she hadn’t been quite ascareful in diet as she should have been. I think he thought the attack was probably brought on by achill. The weather had been very treacherous⁴⁹.”

“Theresa and Charles Arundell had been down that weekend, had they not?”

Miss Lawson pursed her lips together.

“They had.”

“The visit was not a success,” Poirot suggested, watching her.

“It was not.” She added quite spitefully. “Miss Arundell knew what they’d come for!”

“Which was?” asked Poirot, watching her.

“Money!” snapped Miss Lawson. “And they didn’t get it.”

“No?” said Poirot.

“And I believe that’s what Dr. Tanios was after too,” she went on.

“Dr. Tanios. He was not down that same weekend, was he?”

“Yes, he came down on the Sunday. He only stayed about an hour.”

“Everyone seems to have been after poor Miss Arundell’s money,” hazarded Poirot.

“I know, it is not very nice to think of, is it?”

“No, indeed,” said Poirot. “It must have been a shock to Charles and Theresa Arundell thatweekend when they learned that Miss Arundell had definitely disinherited them!”

Miss Lawson stared at him.

Poirot said:

“Is that not so? Did she not specifically inform them of the fact?”

“As to that, I couldn’t say. I didn’t hear anything about it! There wasn’t any fuss, or anything, asfar as I know. Both Charles and his sister seemed to go away quite cheerful.”

“Ah! possibly I have been misinformed. Miss Arundell actually kept her will in the house, didshe not?”

Miss Lawson dropped her pince-nez and stooped to pick them up.

“I really couldn’t say. No, I think it was with Mr. Purvis.”

“Who was the executor?”

“Mr. Purvis was.”

“After the death did he come over and look through her papers?”

“Yes, he did.”

Poirot looked at her keenly and asked her an unexpected question.

“Do you like Mr. Purvis?”

Miss Lawson was flustered⁵⁰.

“Like Mr. Purvis? Well, really, that’s difficult to say, isn’t it? I mean, I’m sure he’s a veryclever man—that is a clever lawyer, I mean. But rather a brusque manner! I mean, it’s not verypleasant always, to have someone speaking to you as though—well, really I can’t explain what Imean—he was quite civil and yet at the same time, almost rude if you know what I mean.”

“A difficult situation for you,” said Poirot, sympathetically.

“Yes, indeed it was.”

Miss Lawson sighed and shook her head.

Poirot rose to his feet.

“Thank you very much, mademoiselle, for all your kindness and help.”

Miss Lawson rose too. She sounded slightly flustered.

“I’m sure there’s nothing to thank me for—nothing at all! So glad if I’ve been able to doanything—if there’s anything more I can do—”

Poirot came back from the door. He lowered his voice.

“I think, Miss Lawson, that there is something you ought to be told. Charles and TheresaArundell are hoping to upset this will.”

A sharp flush of colour came into Miss Lawson’s cheeks.

“They can’t do that,” she said, sharply. “My lawyer says so.”

“Ah,” said Poirot. “You have consulted a lawyer, then?”

“Certainly. Why shouldn’t I?”

“No reason at all. A very wise proceeding⁵¹. Good day to you, mademoiselle.”

When we emerged from Clanroyden Mansions into the street Poirot drew a deep breath.

“Hastings, mon ami, that woman is either exactly what she seems or else she is a very goodactress.”

“She doesn’t believe Miss Arundell’s death was anything but natural. You can see that,” I said.

Poirot did not answer. There are moments when he is conveniently deaf. He hailed a taxi.

“Durham Hotel, Bloomsbury,” he told the driver.

 

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