One, two, buckle my shoe - Agatha Christie [12]
Alfred shook his head with morbid relish.
Poirot asked:
‘Did the buzzer usually go before the patient came down, or the other way about?’
‘Depends. Usually the patient would come down the stairs and then the buzzer would go. If they rang for the lift, that buzzer would go perhaps as I was bringing them down. But it wasn’t fixed in any way. Sometimes Mr Morley would be a few minutes before he rang for the next patient. If he was in a hurry, he’d ring as soon as they were out of the room.’
‘I see —’ Poirot paused and then went on:
‘Were you surprised at Mr Morley’s suicide, Alfred?’
‘Knocked all of a heap, I was. He hadn’t no call to go doing himself in as far as I can see — oh!’ Alfred’s eyes grew large and round. ‘Oo — er — he wasn’t murdered, was he?’
Poirot cut in before Japp could speak.
‘Supposing he were, would it surprise you less?’
‘Well, I don’t know, sir, I’m sure. I can’t see who’d want to murder Mr Morley. He was — well, he was a very ordinary gentleman, sir. Was he really murdered, sir?’
Poirot said gravely:
‘We have to take every possibility into account. That is why I told you you would be a very important witness and that you must try and recollect everything that happened this morning.’
He stressed the words and Alfred frowned with a prodigious effort of memory.
‘I can’t think of anything else, sir. I can’t indeed.’
Alfred’s tone was rueful.
‘Very good, Alfred. And you are quite sure no one except patients came to the house this morning?’
‘No stranger did, sir. That Miss Nevill’s young man came round — and in a rare taking not to find her here.’
Japp said sharply:
‘When was that?’
‘Some time after twelve it was. When I told him Miss Nevill was away for the day, he seemed very put out and he said he’d wait and see Mr Morley. I told him Mr Morley was busy right up to lunch time, but he said: Never mind, he’d wait.’
Poirot asked:
‘And did he wait?’
A startled look came into Alfred’s eyes. He said:
‘Cor — I never thought of that! He went into the waiting-room, but he wasn’t there later. He must have got tired of waiting, and thought he’d come back another time.’
VI
When Alfred had gone out of the room, Japp said sharply:
‘D’you think it wise to suggest murder to that lad?’
Poirot shrugged his shoulders.
‘I think so — yes. Anything suggestive that he may have seen or heard will come back to him under the stimulus, and he will be keenly alert to everything that goes on here.’
‘All the same, we don’t want it to get about too soon.’
‘Mon cher, it will not. Alfred reads detective stories — Alfred is enamoured of crime. Whatever Alfred lets slip will be put down to Alfred’s morbid criminal imagination.’
‘Well, perhaps you are right, Poirot. Now we’ve got to hear what Reilly has to say.’
Mr Reilly’s surgery and office were on the first floor. They were as spacious as the ones above but had less light in them, and were not quite so richly appointed.
Mr Morley’s partner was a tall, dark young man, with a plume of hair that fell untidily over his forehead. He had an attractive voice and a very shrewd eye.
‘We’re hoping, Mr Reilly,’ said Japp, after introducing himself, ‘that you can throw some light on this matter.’
‘You’re wrong then, because I can’t,’ replied the other. ‘I’d say this — that Henry Morley was the last person to go taking his own life. I might have done it — but he wouldn’t.’
‘Why might you have done it?’ asked Poirot.
‘Because I’ve oceans of worries,’ replied the other. ‘Money troubles, for one! I’ve never yet been able to suit my expenditure to my income. But Morley was a careful man. You’ll find no debts, nor money troubles, I’m sure of that.’
‘Love affairs?’ suggested Japp.
‘Is it Morley you mean? He had no joy of living at all! Right under his sister’s thumb he was, poor man.’
Japp went on to ask Reilly details about the patients he had seen that morning.
‘Oh, I fancy they’re all square and above-board. Little Betty Heath, she’s a nice child — I’ve had the whole family one after another. Colonel Abercrombie’s an old patient, too.’
‘What about