Agatha Christie – Death On The Nile

“Well, I can’t remember exactly. Most people, I think. Quite a crowd, anyWay.”

He shook his head gently.

“Why, yes,” he said. “I am certainly to blame there.” He went on:

“First Linnet, then Linnet’s maid and now Mrs. Otterbourne. There seems no reason in it all!”

“There was reason,” said Race.

“There was?”

“Yes. Mrs. Otterbourne was on the point of telling us that she had seen a certain person go into Louise’s cabin. Before she could name that person she was shot dead.”

Andrew Pennington passed a fine silk handkerchief over his brow.

“All this is terrible,” he murmured.

Poirot said:

“M. Pennington, I would like to discuss certain aspects of the case with you.

Will you come to my cabin in half an hour’s time?”

“I should be delighted.”

Pennington did not sound delighted. He did not look delighted either. Race and Poirot exchanged glances and then abruptly left the room.

“Cunning old devil,” said Race. “But he’s afraid. Eh?” Poirot nodded:

“Yes, he is not happy, our Mr. Pennington.”

As they reached the promenade deck again, Mrs. Allerton came out of her cabin, and seeing Poirot beckoned him imperiously.

“Madame?”

“That poor child! Tell me, M, Poirot, is there a double cabin somewhere that I could share with her? She oughtn’t to go back to the one she shared with her mother, and mine is only a single one.”

“That can be arranged, Madame. It is very good of you.”

“It’s mere decency. Besides, I’m very fond of the girl. I’ve always liked her.” “Is she very–upset?”

“Terribly. She seems to have been absolutely devoted to that odious woman.

That is what is so pathetic about it all. Tim says he believes she drank. Is that true?”

Poirot nodded.

“Oh, well, poor woman–one mustn’t judge her, I suppose, but the girl must have had a terrible life.”

“She did, Madame. She is very proud and she was very loyal.”

“Yes, I like that–loyalty, I mean. It’s out of fashion nowadays. She’s an odd character, that girl–proud, reserved, stubborn, and terribly warm-hearted underneath, I fancy.”

“I see that I have given her into good hands, Madame.”

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll look after her. She’s inclined to cling to me in the most pathetic fashion.”

Mrs. Allerton went back into the cabin. Poirot returned to the scene of the tragedy.

Cornelia was still standing on the deck, her eyes wide.

She said, “I don’t understand, M. Poirot. How did the person who shot her get away without our seeing him?”

“Yes, how?” echoed Jacqueline.

“Ah,” said Poirot. “It was not quite such a disappearing trick as you think, Mademoiselle. There were three distinct ways the murderer might have gone.

Jacqueline looked puzzled. She said, “Three?”

“He might have gone to the right, or he might have gone to the left, but I don’t see any other way,” puzzled Cornelia.

Jacqueline too frowned. Then her brow cleared.

She said:

“Of course. He could move in two directions on one plane–but he could go at right angles to that plane too. That is, he couldn’t go up very well–but he could go Poirot smiled.

“You have brains., Mademoiselle.”

Cornelia said:

“I know I’m just a plain mutt, but I still don’t see.”

Jacqueline said:

“M. Poirot means, darling, that he could swing himself over the rail and down on to the deck below.”

“My!” gasped Cornelia. “I never thought of that. He’d have to be mighty quick about it, though. I suppose he could just do it?”

“He could do it easily enough,” said Tim Allerton. “Remember there’s always a minute of shock after a thing like this–one hears a shot and one’s too paralysed to move for a second or two.”

“That was your experience, Mr. Mlerton?”

“Yes, it was. I just stood like a dummy for quite five seconds. Then I fairly sprinted round the deck.”

Race came out of Bessner’s cabin, and said authoritatively:

“Would you mind all clearing off. We want to bring out the body.”

Every one moved away obediently. Poirot went with them. Cornelia said to him with sad earnestness.

“I’ll never forget this trip as long as I live Three deaths It’s just like living in a nightmare.” Ferguson overheard her. He said aggressively: “That’s because you’re overcivilised. You should look on death as the Oriental does. It’s a mere incident hardly noticeable.” Cornelia said: