‘I’ll never feel safe on a ship again,’ said Miss Henderson with a shiver. ‘Any clue as to which of those coffee-coloured brutes did it?’
‘No,’ said Hercule Poirot. ‘The whole thing is rather – strange.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Ellie sharply.
Poirot spread out his hands. ‘Eh bien – take the facts. Mrs Clapperton had been dead at least five hour when she was found.
Some money had disappeared. A string of beads was on the floor by her bed. The door was locked and the key was missing. The window – 0indo, not port-hole – gives on the deck and was open.’ ‘Well?’ asked the woman impatiently.
‘Do you not think it is curious for a murder to be committed under those particular circumstances? Remember that the postcard sellers, money changers and bead sellers who are allowed on board are all well known to the police.’
‘The stewards usually lock your cabin, all the same,’ Ellie pointed out.
‘Yes, to prevent any chance of petty pilfering. But this – was murder.’
‘What exactly are you thinking of, M. Poirot?’ Her voice sounded a little breathless.
‘I am thinking of the locked door.’
Miss Henderson considered this. ‘I don’t see anything in that.
The man left by the door, locked it and took the key with him so
aa to avoid having the murder discovered too soon. Quite intelli-gent of him, for it wasn’t discovered until four o’clock in the afternoon.’
‘No, no, mademoiselle, you don’t appreciate the point I’m trying to make. I’m not worried as to how he got out, but as to how he got in.’
‘The window of course.’
‘C’est possible. But it would be a very narrow fit – and there were people passing up and down the deck all the time, remember.’ ‘Then through the door,’ said Miss Henderson impatiently.
‘But you forget, mademoiselle. Mrs Clapperton had loehed the door on the ira/de. She had done so before Colonel Clapperton left the boat this morning. He actually tried it – so we knoro that is ao.’
‘Nonsense. It probably stuck – or he didn’t turn the handle properly.’
‘But it does not rest on his word. We actually heard Mrs
Clapperton herself say so.’
‘We?’
‘Miss Mooney, Miss Cregan, Colonel Clapperton and myself.’ Ellie Henderson tapped a neatly shod foot. She did not speak for a moment or two. Then she said in a slightly irritable tone: ‘Well – what exactly do you deduce from that? If Mrs Clapperton could lock the door she could unlock it too, I suppose.’
‘Precisely, precisely.’ Poirot turned a beaming face upon her.
‘And you see where that leads us. Mrs Clapperton unlocked the door and let the murderer in. Now would she be likely to do that for a bead seller?’
Ellie objected: ‘She might not have known who it was. He may have knocked – she got up and opened the door – and he forced his way in and killed her.’
Poirot shook his head. ‘.4u contraire. She was lying peacefully in bed when she was stabbed.’
Miss Henderson stared at him. ‘What’s your idea?’ she asked abruptly.
Poirot smiled. ‘Well, it looks, does it not, as though she knew the person she admitted…’
‘You mean,’ said Miss Henderson and her voice sounded a little harsh, ‘that the murderer is a passenger on the ship?’ Poirot nodded. ‘It seems indicated.’ ‘And the string of beads left on the floor was a blind?’ ‘Precisely.’ ‘The theft of the money also?’ ‘Exactly.’ There was a pause, then Miss Henderson said slowly: ‘I thought Mrs Clapperton a very unpleasant woman and I don’t think anyone on board really liked her – but there wasn’t anyone who had any reason to kill her.’ ‘Except her husband, perhaps,’ said Poirot.
‘You don’t really think – ‘ She stopped.
‘It is the opinion of every person on this ship that Colonel Clapperton would have been quite justified in “taking a hatchet to her”. That was, I think, the expression used.’ Ellie Henderson looked at him – waiting.
‘But I am bound to say,’ went on Poirot, ‘that I myself have not noted any signs of exasperation on the good Colonel’s part. Also, what is more important, he had an alibi. He was with those two girls all day and did not return to the ship till four o’clock. By then, Mrs Clapperton had been dead many hours.’ There was another minute of silence. Ellie Henderson said softly: ‘But you still think – a passenger on the ship?’ Poirot bowed his head.