Miss Arundell–Miss Theresa Arundell, I mean–is prepared to fight. What about you?” “I– Ohi I really don’t know.” She twisted her fingers nervously together. “I should have to consult my husband.” “Certainly, you must consult your husband before anything definite is undertaken.
But what are your own feelings in the matter?”
“Well, really, I don’t know.” Mrs. Tanios looked more worried than ever. “It depends so much on my husband.” “But you yourself, what do you think, madame?” Mrs.
Tanios frowned, then she said slowly: “I don’t think I like the idea very much.
It seems–it seems rather indecent, doesn’t it?
“Does it, madame?” “Yes–after all, if Aunt Emily chose to leave her money away from her family, I suppose we must put up with it.” “You do not feel aggrieved in the matter, then?” “Oh, yes, I do.” A quick flush showed in her cheeks. “I think it was most unfair! Most unfair! And so unexpected. It was so unlike Aunt Emily. And so very unfair on the children.”
“You think it is very unlike Miss Emily Arundell?” “I think it was extraordinary of her!” “Then isn’t it possible that she was not acting of her own free will? Don’t you think that perhaps she was being unduly influenced?”
Mrs. Tanios frowned again. Then she said almost unwillingly: “The difficult thing is that I can’t see Aunt Emily being influenced by anybody! She was such a decided old lady.” Poirot nodded approvingly.
“Yes, what you say is true. And Miss Lawson is hardly what one would describe as a strong character.” “No, she’s a nice creature, really–rather foolish, perhaps–but very, very kind.
That’s partly why I feel–” “Yes, madame?” said Poirot as she paused.
Mrs. Tanios twisted her fingers nervously again as she answered: “Well, that it would be mean to try and upset the will. I feel certain that it wasn’t in any way Miss Lawson’s doing–I’m sure she’d be quite incapable of scheming and intriguing–” “Again, I agree with you, madame.” “And that’s why I feel that to go to law would be–well, would be undignified and spiteful, and besides it would be very expensive, wouldn’t it?” “It would be expensive, yes.” “And probably useless, too. But you must speak to my husband about it. He’s got a much better head for business than I have.” Poirot waited a minute or two, then he said: “What reason do you think lay behind the making of that will?” A quick colour rose in Mrs. Tanios’s cheeks as she murmured: “I haven’t the least idea.” “Madame, I have told you I am not a lawyer. But you have not asked me what my profession is.” She looked at him inquiringly.
“I am a detective. And, a short time before she died. Miss Emily Arundell wrote me a letter.” Mrs. Tanios leaned forward; her hands pressed themselves together.
“A letter?” she asked abruptly. “About my husband?” Poirot watched her for a minute or two, then he said slowly: “I am afraid I am not at liberty to answer that question.” “Then it was about my husband.” Her voice rose slightly. “What did she say? I can assure you, Mr.–er–I don’t know your name.” “Poirot is my name. Hercule Poirot.” “I can assure you, Mr. Poirot, that if anything was said in that letter against my husband, it was entirely untrue! I know, too, who will have inspired that letter! And that is another reason why I would rather have nothing to do with any action undertaken by Theresa and Charles! Theresa has never liked my husband. She has said things! I know she has said things! Aunt Emily was Prejudiced against my husband because he was not an Englishman, and she may therefore have believed things that Theresa said about him. But they are not true, Mr. Poirot, you can take my word for that!” “Mother–I’ve finished my letter.” Mrs. Tanios turned quickly. With an affectionate smile she took the letter the little girl held out to her.
“That’s very nice, darling, very nice, indeed.
And that’s a beautiful drawing of Mickey Mouse.” “What shall I do now, Mother?” “Would you like to get a nice postcard with a picture on it? Here’s the money. You go to the gentleman in the hall and choose one and then you can send it to Selim.” The child moved away. I remembered what Charles Arundell had said. Mrs. Tanios was evidently a devoted wife and mother.