Curtain - Agatha Christie [53]
The last witness was Hercule Poirot. His evidence was given with much emphasis and caused a considerable impression. He described a conversation he had had with Mrs Franklin on the day previous to her decease. She had been very depressed and had expressed several times a wish to be out of it all. She was worried about her health and had confided in him that she had fits of deep melancholy when life did not seem worth living. She said that sometimes she felt it would be wonderful to go to sleep and never wake up.
His next reply caused an even greater sensation.
‘On the morning of June 10th you were sitting outside the laboratory door?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did you see Mrs Franklin come out of the laboratory?’
‘I did.’
‘Did she have anything in her hand?’
‘She had a small bottle clasped in her right hand.’
‘You are quite sure of that?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did she show any confusion at seeing you?’
‘She looked startled, that is all.’
The coroner proceeded to his summing up. They must make up their minds, he said, how the deceased came to her death. They would have no difficulty in assigning the cause of death, the medical evidence had told them that. Deceased was poisoned by physostig-mine sulphate. All they had to decide was whether she took it accidentally or by intent, or if it was administered to her by some other person. They had heard that deceased had fits of melancholy, that she was in poor health, and that while there was no organic disease, she was in a bad nervous condition. Mr Hercule Poirot, a witness whose name must carry weight, had asserted positively that he had seen Mrs Franklin come out of the laboratory with a small bottle in her hand and that she seemed startled to see him. They might come to the conclusion that she had taken the poison from the laboratory with the intention of doing away with herself. She seemed to be suffering from an obsession that she was standing in her husband’s light and obstructing his career. It was only fair to Dr Franklin to say that he seemed to have been a kind and affectionate husband, and that he had never expressed annoyance at her delicacy, or complained that she hindered his career. The idea seemed to be entirely her own. Women in a certain condition of nervous collapse did get these persistent ideas. There was no evidence to show at what time or in what vehicle the poison was taken. It was, perhaps, a little unusual that the bottle which originally contained the poison had not been found, but it was possible that, as Nurse Craven suggested, Mrs Franklin had washed it and put it away in the bathroom cupboard from where she may have originally taken it. It was for the jury to make their own decision.
The verdict was arrived at after only a short delay.
The jury found that Mrs Franklin took her own life while temporarily of unsound mind.
II
Half an hour later I was in Poirot’s room. He was looking very exhausted. Curtiss had put him to bed and was reviving him with a stimulant.
I was dying to talk but I had to contain myself until the valet had finished and left the room.
Then I burst out. ‘Was that true, Poirot, what you said? That you saw a bottle in Mrs Franklin’s hand when she came out of the laboratory?’
A very faint smile crept over Poirot’s bluish-tinged lips. He murmured: ‘Did not you see it, my friend?’
‘No, I did not.’
‘But you might not have noticed, hein?’
‘No, perhaps not. I certainly can’t swear she didn’t have it.’ I looked at him doubtfully. ‘The question is, are you speaking the truth?’
‘Do you think I would lie, my friend?’
‘I wouldn’t put it past you.’
‘Hastings, you shock and surprise me. Where is now your simple faith?’
‘Well,’ I conceded. ‘I don’t suppose you would really commit perjury.’
Poirot said mildly: ‘It would not be perjury. It was not on oath.’
‘Then it was a lie?’
Poirot waved his hand automatically. ‘What I have said, mon ami, is said. It is unnecessary to discuss it.’
‘I simply don’t understand you!’ I cried. ‘What don’t