Three Act Tragedy - Agatha Christie [66]
Egg drew her breath in sharply.
‘You mean,’ she said, ‘that you know who the murderer is?’
‘You can put it that way if you like, mademoiselle.’
‘But then—but then—you know everything?’
Poirot shook his head.
‘No; on the contrary I know nothing at all. For, you see, I do not know why Stephen Babbington was killed. Until I know that I can prove nothing, I can know nothing…It all hinges on that—the motive for Stephen Babbington’s death…’
There was a knock at the door and a page entered with a telegram on a tray.
Poirot opened it. His face changed. He handed the telegram to Sir Charles. Leaning over Sir Charles’s shoulder, Egg read it aloud:
‘Please come and see me at once can give you valuable information as to Bartholomew Strange’s death—Margaret Rushbridger.’
‘Mrs de Rushbridger!’ cried Sir Charles. ‘We were right after all. She has got something to do with the case.’
Chapter 12
Day At Gilling
I
At once an excited discussion sprang up. An A.B.C. was produced. It was decided that an early train would be better than going by car.
‘At last,’ said Sir Charles, ‘we’re going to get that particular part of the mystery cleared up.’
‘What do you think the mystery is?’ asked Egg.
‘I can’t imagine. But it can’t fail to throw some light on the Babbington affair. If Tollie got those people together on purpose, as I feel pretty sure he did, then the “surprise” he talked of springing on them had something to do with this Rushbridger woman. I think we can assume that, don’t you, M. Poirot?’
Poirot shook his head in a perplexed manner.
‘This telegram complicates the affair,’ he murmured. ‘But we must be quick—extremely quick.’
Mr Satterthwaite did not see the need for extreme haste, but he agreed politely.
‘Certainly, we will go by the first train in the morning. Er—that is to say, is it necessary for us all to go?’
‘Sir Charles and I had arranged to go down to Gilling,’ said Egg.
‘We can postpone that,’ said Sir Charles.
‘I don’t think we ought to postpone anything,’ said Egg. ‘There is no need for all four of us to go to Yorkshire. It’s absurd. Mass formation. M. Poirot and Mr Satterthwaite go to Yorkshire and Sir Charles and I go to Gilling.’
‘I’d rather like to look into this Rushbridger business,’ said Sir Charles with a trace of wistfulness. ‘You see, I—er—talked to the Matron before—got my foot in, so to speak.’
‘That’s just why you’d better keep away,’ said Egg. ‘You involved yourself in a lot of lies, and now this Rushbridger woman has come to herself you’ll be exposed as a thorough-paced liar. It’s far far more important that you should come to Gilling. If we want to see Miss Milray’s mother she’ll open out to you much more than she would to anyone else. You’re her daughter’s employer, and she’ll have confidence in you.’
Sir Charles looked into Egg’s glowing, earnest face.
‘I’ll come to Gilling,’ he said. ‘I think you’re quite right.’
‘I know I’m right,’ said Egg.
‘In my opinion an excellent arrangement,’ said Poirot briskly. ‘As mademoiselle says, Sir Charles is preeminently the person to interview this Mrs Milray. Who knows, you may learn from her facts of much more importance than those we shall learn in Yorkshire.’
Matters were arranged on this basis, and the following morning Sir Charles picked up Egg in his car at a quarter to ten. Poirot and Mr Satterthwaite had already left London by train.
It was a lovely crisp morning, with just a touch of frost in the air. Egg felt her spirits rising as they turned and twisted through the various short cuts which Sir Charles’s experience had discovered south of the Thames.
At last, however, they were flying smoothly along the Folkestone road. After passing through Maidstone, Sir Charles consulted a map, and they turned off from the main road and were shortly winding through country lanes. It was about a quarter to twelve when they at last reached their objective.
Gilling was a village which the world had left behind. It had an old church, a vicarage, two or three shops, a row