Mrs McGinty's Dead - Agatha Christie [21]
Spence stared.
‘The evidence against him. I’ve told you—’
‘Yes. Evidence. But tell me, my Spence, was it real evidence or was it contrived?’
‘Contrived?’
‘Yes. Granted the premise that James Bentley is innocent, two possibilities remain. The evidence was manufactured, deliberately, to throw suspicion upon him. Or else he was just the unfortunate victim of circumstances.’
Spence considered.
‘Yes. I see what you’re driving at.’
‘There is nothing to show that the former was the case. But again there is nothing to show that it was not so. The money was taken and hidden outside the house in a place easily found. To have actually hidden it in his room would have been a little too much for the police to swallow. The murder was committed at a time when Bentley was taking a lonely walk, as he often did. Did the bloodstain come on his sleeve as he said it did at his trial, or was that, too, contrived? Did someone brush against him in the darkness and smear tell-tale evidence on his sleeve?’
‘I think that’s going a bit far, M. Poirot.’
‘Perhaps, perhaps. But we have got to go far. I think that in this case we have got to go so far that the imagination cannot as yet see the path clearly…For, you see, mon cher Spence, if Mrs McGinty is just an ordinary charwoman—it is the murderer who must be extraordinary. Yes—that follows clearly. It is in the murderer and not the murdered that the interest of this case lies. That is not the case in most crimes. Usually it is in the personality of the murdered person that the crux of the situation lies. It is the silent dead in whom I am usually interested. Their hates, their loves, their actions. And when you really know the murdered victim, then the victim speaks, and those dead lips utter a name—the name you want to know.’
Spence looked rather uncomfortable.
‘Those foreigners!’ he seemed to be saying to himself.
‘But here,’ continued Poirot, ‘it is the opposite. Here we guess at a veiled personality—a figure still hidden in darkness. How did Mrs McGinty die? Why did she die? The answer is not to be found in studying the life of Mrs McGinty. The answer is to be found in the personality of the murderer. You agree with me there?’
‘I suppose so,’ said Superintendent Spence cautiously.
‘Someone who wanted—what? To strike down Mrs McGinty? Or to strike down James Bentley?’
The Superintendent gave a doubtful ‘H’m!’
‘Yes—yes, that is one of the first points to be decided. Who is the real victim? Who was intended to be the victim?’
Spence said incredulously: ‘You really think someone would bump off a perfectly inoffensive old woman in order to get someone else hanged for murder?’
‘One cannot make an omelette, they say, without breaking eggs. Mrs McGinty, then, may be the egg, and James Bentley is the omelette. So let me hear, now, what you know of James Bentley.’
‘Nothing much. Father was a doctor—died when Bentley was nine years old. He went to one of the smaller public schools, unfit for the Army, had a weak chest, was in one of the Ministries during the war and lived with a possessive mother.’
‘Well,’ said Poirot, ‘there are certain possibilities there…More than there are in the life history of Mrs McGinty.’
‘Do you seriously believe what you are suggesting?’
‘No, I do not believe anything as yet. But I say that there are two distinct lines of research, and that we have to decide, very soon, which is the right one to follow.’
‘How are you going to set about things, M. Poirot? Is there anything I can do?’
‘First, I should like an interview with James Bentley.’
‘That can be arranged. I’ll get on to his solicitors.’
‘After that and subject, of course, to the result, if any—I am not hopeful—of that interview, I shall go to Broadhinny. There, aided by your notes, I shall,