Poirot's Early Cases - Agatha Christie [40]
‘And is this his glove?’
‘How should I know? One glove is like another. Do not try to stop me—he must be set free. His character must be cleared. You shall do it. I will sell my jewels and give you much money.’
‘Madame—’
‘It is agreed, then? No, no, do not argue. The poor boy! He came to me, the tears in his eyes. “I will save you,” I said. “I will go to this man—this ogre, this monster! Leave it to Vera.” Now it is settled, I go.’
With as little ceremony as she had come, she swept from the room, leaving an overpowering perfume of an exotic nature behind her.
‘What a woman!’ I exclaimed. ‘And what furs!’
‘Ah, yes, they were genuine enough. Could a spurious countess have real furs? My little joke, Hastings…No, she is truly Russian, I fancy. Well, well, so Master Bernard went bleating to her.’
‘The cigarette case is his. I wonder if the glove is also—’
With a smile Poirot drew from his pocket a second glove and placed it by the first. There was no doubt of their being a pair.
‘Where did you get the second one, Poirot?’
‘It was thrown down with a stick on the table in the hall in Bury Street. Truly, a very careless young man, Monsieur Parker. Well, well, mon ami—we must be thorough. Just for the form of the thing, I will make a little visit to Park Lane.’
Needless to say, I accompanied my friend. Johnston was out, but we saw his private secretary. It transpired that Johnston had only recently arrived from South Africa. He had never been in England before.
‘He is interested in precious stones, is he not?’ hazarded Poirot.
‘Gold mining is nearer the mark,’ laughed the secretary.
Poirot came away from the interview thoughtful. Late that evening, to my utter surprise, I found him earnestly studying a Russian grammar.
‘Good heavens, Poirot!’ I cried. ‘Are you learning Russian in order to converse with the Countess in her own language?’
‘She certainly would not listen to my English, my friend!’
‘But surely, Poirot, well-born Russians invariably speak French?’
‘You are a mine of information, Hastings! I will cease puzzling over the intricacies of the Russian alphabet.’
He threw the book from him with a dramatic gesture. I was not entirely satisfied. There was a twinkle in his eye which I knew of old. It was an invariable sign that Hercule Poirot was pleased with himself.
‘Perhaps,’ I said sapiently, ‘you doubt her being really a Russian. You are going to test her?’
‘Ah, no, no, she is Russian all right.’
‘Well, then—’
‘If you really want to distinguish yourself over this case, Hastings, I recommend First Steps in Russian as an invaluable aid.’
Then he laughed and would say no more. I picked up the book from the floor and dipped into it curiously, but could make neither head nor tail of Poirot’s remarks.
The following morning brought us no news of any kind, but that did not seem to worry my little friend. At breakfast, he announced his intention of calling upon Mr Hardman early in the day. We found the elderly social butterfly at home, and seemingly a little calmer than on the previous day.
‘Well, Monsieur Poirot, any news?’ he demanded eagerly.
Poirot handed him a slip of paper.
‘That is the person who took the jewels, monsieur. Shall I put matters in the hands of the police? Or would you prefer me to recover the jewels without bringing the police into the matter?’
Mr Hardman was staring at the paper. At last he found his voice.
‘Most astonishing. I should infinitely prefer to have no scandal in the matter. I give you carte blanche, Monsieur Poirot. I am sure you will be discreet.’
Our next procedure was to hail a taxi, which Poirot ordered to drive to the Carlton. There he inquired for Countess Rossakoff. In a few minutes we were ushered up into the lady’s suite. She came to meet us with outstretched hands, arrayed in a marvellous negligée of barbaric design.
‘Monsieur Poirot!’ she cried. ‘You have succeeded? You have cleared that poor infant?’
‘Madame la Comtesse, your friend Mr Parker is perfectly safe from arrest.’
‘Ah, but you are the clever little man! Superb!