“And was she innocent?” “Yes,” said Poirot. “She was innocent.” “And that surprised you?” “Not by the time I realized it,” said Poirot. “There were one or two things–one thing in particular–that showed she could not have been guilty. One fact that nobody had appreciated at the time. Knowing that, one had only to look at what there was, shall we say, on the menu in the way of looking elsewhere.”^ Grilled trout was put in front of them at this point.
“There was another case, too, where you looked into the past, not quite in the same way,” continued Spence. “A girl who said at a party that she had once seen a murder committed, “if “There again one had to–how shall I put it?–step backward instead of forward,” said Poirot. “Yes, that is very true.” “And had the girl seen the murder committed?” “No,” said Poirot, “because it was the wrong girl. This trout is delicious,” he added with appreciation.
“They do all fish dishes very well here,” said Superintendent Spence.
He helped himself from the sauce boat proffered to him.
“A most delicious sauce,” he added.
Silent appreciation of food filled the next three minutes.
“When Spence came along to me,” said Superintendent Garroway, “asking if I remembered anything about the Ravenscroft case, I was intrigued and delighted at once.” “You haven’t forgotten all about it?” “Not the Ravenscroft case. It wasn’t an easy case to forget about.” “You agree,” said Poirot, “that there were discrepancies about it? Lack of proof, alternative solutions?” “No,” said Garroway, “nothing of that kind. All the evidence recorded the visible facts. Deaths of which there were several former examples, yes, all plain sailing. And yet–” “Well?” said Poirot.
*Murder in Retrospect. [English title: Five Little Pigs.] ^Hallowe’en Party.
“And yet it was all wrong,” said Garroway.
“Ah,” said Spence.
He looked interested.
“That’s what you felt once, isn’t it?” said Poirot, turning to him. , , “In the case of Mrs. McGinty. Yes.” “You weren’t satisfied,” said Poirot, “when that extremely difficult young man was arrested. He had every reason for doing it, he looked as though he had done it, everyone thought he had done it. But you knew he hadn’t done it. You were so sure of it that you came to me and told me to go along to see what I could find out.” “See if you could help—and you did help, didn’t you?” said Spence.
Poirot sighed.
“Fortunately, yes. But what a tiresome young man he was.
If ever a young man deserved to be hung, not because he had done a murder but because he wouldn’t help anyone to prove fhat he hadn’t. Now we have the Ravenscroft case. You say, Superintendent Garroway, something was wrong?” “Yes, I felt quite sure of it if you understand what I mean.” “I do understand,” said Poirot. “And so does Spence. One does come across these things sometimes. The proofs are there, the motive, the opportunity, the clues, the wise en scene, it’s all there. A complete blueprint, as you might say.
But all the same, those whose profession it is, know. They know that it’s all wrong, just like a critic in the artistic world knows when a picture is all wrong. Knows when it’s a fake and not the real thing.” “There wasn’t anything I could do about it, either,” said Superintendent Garroway. “I looked into it, around it, up above it and down below it, as you might say. I talked to the people. There was nothing there. It looked like a suicide pact, it had all the marks of the suicide pact. Alternatively, of course, it could be a husband who shot a wife and then himself, or a wife who shot her husband and then herself. All those three things happen. When one comes across them, one knows they have happened. But in most cases one has some idea of why.” “There wasn’t any real idea of why in this case, was that it?” said Poirot.
“Yes. That’s it. You see, the moment you begin to inquire into a case, to inquire about people and things, you get a very good picture as a rule of what their lives have been like. This was a couple, aging, the husband with a good record, a wife affectionate, pleasant, on good terms together. That’s a thing one soon finds out about. They were happy living together.