Lord Edgware Dies - Agatha Christie [28]
‘Do you doubt now, Hastings?’ asked Poirot.
I believe I had up to that moment. But now I doubted no longer.
Poirot closed the case again and turned to the maid.
‘You do not know with whom Miss Adams dined yesterday evening?’
‘No, sir.’
‘Do you know with whom she had lunch or tea?’
‘I know nothing about tea, sir. I believe she lunched with Miss Driver.’
‘Miss Driver?’
‘Yes, her great friend. She has a hat shop in Moffat Street, just off Bond Street. Genevieve it’s called.’
Poirot noted the address in his notebook just below that of the doctor.
‘One thing more, Madame. Can you remember anything – anything at all – that Mademoiselle Adams said or did after she came in at six o’clock that strikes you as at all unusual or significant?’
The maid thought for a moment or two.
‘I really can’t say that I do, sir,’ she said at last. ‘I asked her if she would have tea and she said she’d had some.’
‘Oh! she said she had had it,’ interrupted Poirot. ‘Pardon. Continue.’
‘And after that she was writing letters till just on the time she went out.’
‘Letters, eh? You do not know to whom?’
‘Yes, sir. It was just one letter – to her sister in Washington. She wrote to her sister twice a week regular. She took the letter out with her to post because of catching the mail. But she forgot it.’
‘Then it is here still?’
‘No, sir. I posted it. She remembered last night just as she was getting into bed. And I said I’d run out with it. By putting an extra stamp on it and putting it in the late fee box it would be all right.’
‘Ah! – and is that far?’
‘No, sir, the post office is just around the corner.’
‘Did you shut the door of the flat behind you?’ Bennett stared.
‘No, sir. I just left it to – as I always do when I go out to post.’
Poirot seemed about to speak – then checked himself.
‘Would you like to look at her, sir?’ asked the maid tearfully. ‘Looks beautiful she does.’
We followed her into the bedroom.
Carlotta Adams looked strangely peaceful and much younger than she had appeared that night at the Savoy. She looked like a tired child asleep.
There was a strange expression on Poirot’s face as he stood looking down on her. I saw him make the sign of the Cross.
‘J’ai fait un serment, Hastings,’ he said as we went down the stairs.
I did not ask him what his vow was. I could guess.
A minute or two later he said:
‘There is one thing off my mind at least. I could not have saved her. By the time I heard of Lord Edgware’s death she was already dead. That comforts me. Yes, that comforts me very much.’
Chapter 10
Jenny Driver
Our next proceeding was to call upon the doctor whose address the maid had given us.
He turned out to be a fussy elderly man somewhat vague in manner. He knew Poirot by repute and expressed a lively pleasure at meeting him in the flesh.
‘And what can I do for you, M. Poirot?’ he asked after this opening preamble.
‘You were called this morning, M. le docteur, to the bedside of a Miss Carlotta Adams.’
‘Ah! yes, poor girl. Clever actress too. I’ve been twice to her show. A thousand pities it’s ended this way. Why these girls must have drugs I can’t think.’
‘You think she was addicted to drugs, then?’
‘Well, professionally, I should hardly have said so. At all events she didn’t take them hypodermically. No marks of the needle. Evidently always took it by the mouth. Maid said she slept well naturally, but then maids never know. I don’t suppose she took veronal every night, but she’d evidently taken it for some time.’
‘What makes you think so?’
‘This, dash it – where did I put the thing?’
He was peering into a small case.
‘Ah! here it is.’
He drew out a small black morocco handbag.
‘There’s got to be an inquest, of course. I brought this away so that the maid shouldn’t meddle with it.’
Opening the pochette he took out a small gold box. On it were the initials C.A. in rubies. It