Cards on the Table - Agatha Christie [23]
‘Well,’ he went on. ‘There it is. All four of these people will only admit to knowing Mr Shaitana slightly. But one of them knew him well enough to kill him. It’s my job to find out which of them it was.’
There was an unhelpful pause. Miss Burgess seemed quite uninterested in the performance of Superintendent Battle’s job. It was her job to obey her employer’s orders and sit here listening to what Superintendent Battle chose to say and answer any direct questions he might choose to put to her.
‘You know, Miss Burgess,’ the superintendent found it uphill work but he persevered, ‘I doubt if you appreciate half the difficulties of our job. People say things, for instance. Well, we mayn’t believe a word of it, but we’ve got to take notice of it all the same. It’s particularly noticeable in a case of this kind. I don’t want to say anything against your sex but there’s no doubt that a woman, when she’s rattled, is apt to lash out with her tongue a bit. She makes unfounded accusations, hints this, that and the other, and rakes up all sorts of old scandals that have probably nothing whatever to do with the case.’
‘Do you mean,’ demanded Miss Burgess, ‘that one of these other people has been saying things against the doctor?’
‘Not exactly said anything,’ said Battle cautiously. ‘But all the same, I’m bound to take notice. Suspicious circumstances about the death of a patient. Probably all a lot of nonsense. I’m ashamed to bother the doctor with it.’
‘I suppose someone’s got hold of that story about Mrs Graves,’ said Miss Burgess wrathfully. ‘The way people talk about things they know nothing whatever about is disgraceful. Lots of old ladies get like that—they think everybody is poisoning them—their relations and their servants and even their doctors. Mrs Graves had had three doctors before she came to Dr Roberts and then when she got the same fancies about him he was quite willing for her to have Dr Lee instead. It’s the only thing to do in these cases, he said. And after Dr Lee she had Dr Steele, and then Dr Farmer—until she died, poor old thing.’
‘You’d be surprised the way the smallest thing starts a story,’ said Battle. ‘Whenever a doctor benefits by the death of a patient somebody has something ill-natured to say. And yet why shouldn’t a grateful patient leave a little something, or even a big something to her medical attendant.’
‘It’s the relations,’ said Miss Burgess. ‘I always think there’s nothing like death for bringing out the meanness of human nature. Squabbling over who’s to have what before the body’s cold. Luckily, Dr Roberts has never had any trouble of that kind. He always says he hopes his patients won’t leave him anything. I believe he once had a legacy of fifty pounds and he’s had two walking sticks and a gold watch, but nothing else.’
‘It’s a difficult life, that of a professional man,’ said Battle with a sigh. ‘He’s always open to blackmail. The most innocent occurrences lend themselves sometimes to a scandalous appearance. A doctor’s got to avoid even the appearance of evil—that means he’s got to have his wits about him good and sharp.’
‘A lot of what you say is true,’ said Miss Burgess. ‘Doctors have a difficult time with hysterical women.’
‘Hysterical women. That’s right. I thought in my own mind, that that was all it amounted to.’
‘I suppose you mean that dreadful Mrs Craddock?’
Battle pretended to think.
‘Let me see, was it three years ago? No, more.’
‘Four or five, I think. She was a most unbalanced woman! I was glad when she went abroad and so was Dr Roberts. She told her husband the most frightful lies—they always do, of course. Poor man, he wasn’t quite himself—he’d begun to be ill. He died of anthrax, you know, an infected shaving brush.’
‘I’d forgotten that,’ said Battle untruthfully.
‘And then she went abroad and died not long afterwards. But I always thought she was a nasty type of woman—man-mad, you know.’
‘I know the kind,’ said Battle. ‘Very dangerous, they are. A doctor’s got to give them a wide berth. Whereabouts