Murder in the Mews - Agatha Christie [64]
Chapter 8
The Colonel dropped into a chair, shook his head, sighed and said:
‘Terrible business, this, Riddle. Lady Chevenix-Gore is being wonderful — wonderful. Grand woman! Full of courage!’
Coming softly back to his chair, Poirot said:
‘You have known her very many years, I think?’
‘Yes, indeed, I was at her coming-out dance. Wore rosebuds in her hair, I remember. And a white, fluffy dress…Wasn’t anyone to touch her in the room!’
His voice was full of enthusiasm. Poirot held out the pencil to him.
‘This is yours, I think?’
‘Eh? What? Oh, thank you, had it this afternoon when we were playing bridge. Amazing, you know, I held a hundred honours in spades three times running. Never done such a thing before.’
‘You were playing bridge before tea, I understand?’ said Poirot. ‘What was Sir Gervase’s frame of mind when he came in to tea?’
‘Usual — quite usual. Never dreamed he was thinking of making away with himself. Perhaps he was a little more excitable than usual, now I come to think of it.’
‘When was the last time you saw him?’
‘Why, then! Tea-time. Never saw the poor chap alive again.’
‘You didn’t go to the study at all after tea?’
‘No, never saw him again.’
‘What time did you come down to dinner?’
‘After the first gong went.’
‘You and Lady Chevenix-Gore came down together?’
‘No, we — er — met in the hall. I think she’d been into the dining-room to see to the flowers — something like that.’
Major Riddle said:
‘I hope you won’t mind, Colonel Bury, if I ask you a somewhat personal question. Was there any trouble between you and Sir Gervase over the question of the Paragon Synthetic Rubber Company?’
Colonel Bury’s face became suddenly purple. He spluttered a little.
‘Not at all. Not at all. Old Gervase was an unreasonable sort of fellow. You’ve got to remember that. He always expected everything he touched to turn out trumps! Didn’t seem to realize that the whole world was going through a period of crisis. All stocks and shares bound to be affected.’
‘So there was a certain amount of trouble between you?’
‘No trouble. Just damned unreasonable of Gervase!’
‘He blamed you for certain losses he had sustained?’
‘Gervase wasn’t normal! Vanda knew that. But she could always handle him. I was content to leave it all in her hands.’
Poirot coughed and Major Riddle, after glancing at him, changed the subject.
‘You are a very old friend of the family, I know, Colonel Bury. Had you any knowledge as to how Sir Gervase had left his money?’
‘Well, I should imagine the bulk of it would go to Ruth. That’s what I gathered from what Gervase let fall.’
‘You don’t think that was at all unfair on Hugo Trent?’
‘Gervase didn’t like Hugo. Never could stick him.’
‘But he had a great sense of family. Miss Chevenix-Gore was, after all, only his adopted daughter.’
Colonel Bury hesitated, then after humming and hawing a moment, he said:
‘Look here, I think I’d better tell you something. Strict confidence, and all that.’
‘Of course — of course.’
‘Ruth’s illegitimate, but she’s a Chevenix-Gore all right. Daughter of Gervase’s brother, Anthony, who was killed in the war. Seemed he’d had an affair with a typist. When he was killed, the girl wrote to Vanda. Vanda went to see her — girl was expecting a baby. Vanda took it up with Gervase, she’d just been told that she herself could never have another child. Result was they took over the child when it was born, adopted it legally. The mother renounced all rights in it. They’ve brought Ruth up as their own daughter and to all intents and purposes, she is their own daughter, and you’ve only got to look at her to realise she’s a Chevenix-Gore all right!’
‘Aha,’ said Poirot. ‘I see. That makes Sir Gervase’s attitude very much clearer. But if he did not like Mr Hugo Trent, why was he so anxious to arrange a marriage between him and Mademoiselle Ruth?’
‘To regularize the family position. It pleased his sense of fitness.’
‘Even though he did not like