Murder in the Mews - Agatha Christie [34]
Mrs Vanderlyn?
Lady Julia Carrington?
Mrs Macatta?
Reggie Carrington?
Mr Carlile?
Underneath he wrote:
Mrs Vanderlyn and Mr Reggie Carrington?
Mrs Vanderlyn and Lady Julia?
Mrs Vanderlyn and Mr Carlile?
He shook his head in a dissatisifed manner, murmuring: ‘C’est plus simple que c¸a.’
Then he added a few short sentences.
Did Lord Mayfield see a ‘shadow’? If not, why did he say he did? Did Sir George see anything? He was positive he had seen nothing AFTER I examined flower-bed. Note: Lord Mayfield is near-sighted, can read without glasses but has to use a monocle to look across a room. Sir George is long-sighted. Therefore, from the far end of the terrace, his sight is more to be depended upon than Lord Mayfield’s. Yet Lord Mayfield is very positive that he DID see something and is quite unshaken by his friend’s denial.
Can anyone be quite as above suspicion as Mr Carlile appears to be? Lord Mayfield is very emphatic as to his innocence. Too much so. Why? Because he secretly suspects him and is ashamed of his suspicions? Or because he definitely suspects some other person? That is to say, some person OTHER than Mrs Vanderlyn?
He put the notebook away.
Then, getting up, he went along to the study.
Chapter 5
Lord Mayfield was seated at his desk when Poirot entered the study. He swung round, laid down his pen, and looked up inquiringly.
‘Well, M. Poirot, had your interview with Carrington?’
Poirot smiled and sat down.
‘Yes, Lord Mayfield. He cleared up a point that had puzzled me.’
‘What was that?’
‘The reason for Mrs Vanderlyn’s presence here. You comprehend, I thought it possible —’
Mayfield was quick to realize the cause of Poirot’s somewhat exaggerated embarrassment.
‘You thought I had a weakness for the lady? Not at all. Far from it. Funnily enough, Carrington thought the same.’
‘Yes, he has told me of the conversation he held with you on the subject.’
Lord Mayfield looked rather rueful.
‘My little scheme didn’t come off. Always annoying to have to admit that a woman has got the better of you.’
‘Ah, but she has not got the better of you yet, Lord Mayfield.’
‘You think we may yet win? Well, I’m glad to hear you say so. I’d like to think it was true.’
He sighed.
‘I feel I’ve acted like a complete fool — so pleased with my stratagem for entrapping the lady.’
Hercule Poirot said, as he lit one of his tiny cigarettes:
‘What was your stratagem exactly, Lord Mayfield?’
‘Well,’ Lord Mayfield hesitated. ‘I hadn’t exactly got down to details.’
‘You didn’t discuss it with anyone?’
‘No.’
‘Not even with Mr Carlile?’
‘No.’
Poirot smiled.
‘You prefer to play a lone hand, Lord Mayfield.’
‘I have usually found it the best way,’ said the other a little grimly.
‘Yes, you are wise. Trust no one. But you did mention the matter to Sir George Carrington?’
‘Simply because I realized that the dear fellow was seriously perturbed about me.’
Lord Mayfield smiled at the remembrance.
‘He is an old friend of yours?’
‘Yes. I have known him for over twenty years.’
‘And his wife?’
‘I have known his wife also, of course.’
‘But (pardon me if I am impertinent) you are not on the same terms of intimacy with her?’
‘I don’t really see what my personal relationships to people has to do with the matter in hand, M. Poirot.’
‘But I think, Lord Mayfield, that they may have a good deal to do with it. You agreed, did you not, that my theory of someone in the drawing-room was a possible one?’
‘Yes. In fact, I agree with you that that is what must have happened.’
‘We will not say “must.” That is too self-confident a word. But if that theory of mine is true, who do you think the person in the drawing-room could have been?’
‘Obviously Mrs Vanderlyn. She had been back there once for a book. She could have come back for another book, or a handbag, or a dropped handkerchief — one of a dozen feminine excuses. She arranges with her maid to scream and get Carlile away from