“Well, what do you think of that?” said Mrs. Oliver.
“What do you?” said Poirot.
“She ran away,” said Mrs. Oliver. “She ran away. You frightened her in some way.” “Yes,” said Poirot, “I think you’ve judged quite right.” “She wanted me to get things out of Celia, she wanted me to get some knowledge out of Celia, some expression, some sort of secret she suspected was there, but she doesn’t want a real proper investigation, does she?” “I think not,” said Poirot. “That is interesting. Very interesting. She is well-to-do, you think?” “I should say so. Her clothes are expensive, she lives at an expensive address, she is—it’s difficult to make out. She’s a pushing woman and a bossy woman. She sits on a lot of committees. There’s nothing, I mean, suspicious about her.
I’ve asked a few people. Nobody likes her very much. But she’s a sort of public-spirited woman who takes part in politics, all those sorts of things.” “Then what is wrong with her?” said Poirot.
“You think there is something wrong with her. Or do you just not like her, like I do?” “I think there is something there that she does not want to come to light,” said Poirot.
“Oh. And are you going to find out what it is?” “Naturally, if I can,” said Poirot. “It may not be easy. She is in retreat. She was in retreat when she left us here. She was afraid of what questions I was going to ask her. Yes. It is interesting.” He sighed. “One will have to go back, you know, even further than one thought.” “What, back into the past again?” “Yes. Somewhere in the past, in more cases than one, there is something that one will have to know before we can come back again to what happened—what is it now?—fifteen years ago, twenty years ago, at a house called Overcliffe. Yes. One will have to go back again.” “Well, that’s that,” said Mrs. Oliver. “And now, what is there to do? What is this list of yours?” “I have heard a certain amount of information through police records on what was found in the house. You will remember that among the things there were four wigs.” “Yes,” said Mrs. Oliver, “you said that four wigs were too many.” “It seemed to be a little excessive,” said Poirot. “I have also got certain useful addresses. The address of a doctor that might be helpful.” “The doctor? You mean, the family doctor?” “No, not the family doctor. The doctor who gave evidence at an inquest on a child who met with an accident. Either pushed by an older child or possibly by someone else.” “You mean by the mother?” “Possibly the mother, possibly by someone else who was in the house at the time. I know the part of England where that happened, and Superintendent Garroway has been able, through sources known to him and also through journalistic friends of mine, who were interested in this particular case, to get some information about the doctor.” “And you’re going to see him. He must be a very old man by now.” “It is not him I shall go to see. It is his son. His son is also qualified as a specialist in various forms of mental disorders.
I have an introduction to him and he might be able to tell me something interesting. There have also been inquiries into a case of money.” “What do you mean by money?” “Well, there are certain things we have to find out. That is one of the things in anything which might be a crime. Money.
Who has money to lose by some happening, who has money to gain by something happening. That, one has to find out.” “Well, they must have found out in the case of the Ravenscrofts.” “Yes, that was all quite natural, it seems. They had both made normal wills leaving, in each case, the money to the other partner. The wife left her money to the husband and the husband left his money to his wife. Neither of them benefited by what happened because they both died. So that the people who did profit were the daughter, Celia, and a younger child, Edward, who I gather is now at a university abroad.” “Well, that won’t help. Neither of the children were there or could have had anything to do with it.” “Oh, no, that is quite true. One must go further—further back, further forward, further sideways, to find out if there is some financial motive somewhere that is–well, shall we say, significant.” “Well, don’t ask me to do that sort of thing,” said Mrs.