They’re fed up at the shop, I can tell you.” “Are you worried, Mr. Baker?” “No. Naturally — I mean, well, I’m damned if I know. I don’t see any reason I should be worried, only time’s getting on.
What is it today — Thursday?” “She has not quarrelled with you?” “No. We don’t quarrel.” “But you are worried about her, Mr.
Baker?” “What business is it of yours?” “It is no business of mine but there has, I understand, been trouble at home. She does not like her stepmother.” “Quite right too. She’s a bitch, that woman. Hard as nails. She doesn’t like Norma either.” “She has been ill, has she not? She had to go to hospital.” “Who are you talking about — Norma?” “No, I am not talking about Miss Restarick. I am talking about Mrs. Restarick.” “I believe she did go into a nursing home. No reason she should. Strong as a horse, I’d say.” “And Miss Restarick hates her stepmother.”
“She’s a bit unbalanced sometimes, Norma. You know, goes off the deep end.
I tell you, girls always hate their stepmothers.”
“Does that always make stepmothers ill.
Ill enough to go to hospital?” “What the hell are you getting at?” “Gardening perhaps — or the use of weedkiller.” “What do you mean by talking about weed killer? Are you suggesting that Norma — that she’d dream of — that — ” “People talk,” said Poirot. “Talk goes round the neighbourhood.” “Do you mean that somebody has said that Norma has tried to poison her stepmother?
That’s ridiculous. It’s absolutely absurd.” “It is very unlikely, I agree,” said Poirot. “Actually, people have not been saying that.” “Oh. Sorry. I misunderstood. But– what did you mean?” “My dear young man,” said Poirot, “you must realise that there are rumours going about, and rumours are almost always about the same person — a husband.” “What, poor old Andrew? Most unlikely I should say.” “Yes. Yes, it does not seem to me very likely.” “Well, what were you there for then?
You are a detective, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “Well, then?” “We are talking at cross purposes,” said Poirot. “I did not go down there to enquire into any doubtful or possible case of poisoning. You must forgive me if I cannot answer your question. It is all very hush-hush, you understand.” “What on earth do you mean by that.” “I went there,” said Poirot, “to see Sir Roderick Horsefield.” “What, that old boy? He’s practically ga-ga, isn’t he?” “He is a man,” said Poirot, “who is in possession of a great many secrets. I do not mean that he takes an active part in such things nowadays, but he knows a good deal.
He was connected with a great many things in the past war. He knew several people.” “That’s all over years ago, though.” “Yes, yes, his part in things is all over years ago. But do you not realise that there are certain things that it might be useful to know?” “What sort of things?” “Faces,” said Poirot. “A well known face perhaps, which Sir Roderick might recognise. A face or a mannerism, a way of talking, a way of walking, a gesture.
People do remember, you know. Old people. They remember, not things that have happened last week or last month or last year, but they remember something that happened, say, nearly twenty years ago. And they may remember someone who does not want to be remembered. And they can tell you certain things about a certain man or a certain woman or something they were mixed up in — I am speaking very vaguely, you understand. I went to him for information.” “You went to him for information, did you? That old boy? Ga-ga. And he gave it to you?” “Let us say that I am quite satisfied.” David continued to stare at him. “I wonder now,” he said, “Did you go to see the old boy or did you go to see the little girl, eh? Did you want to know what she was doing in the house? I’ve wondered once or twice myself. Do you think she took that post there to get a bit of past information out of the old boy?” “I do not think,” said Poirot, “that it will serve any useful purpose to discuss these matters. She seems a very devoted and attentive–what shall I call her– secretary?” “A mixture of a hospital nurse, a secretary, a companion, an au pair girl, an uncle’s help? Yes, one could find a good many names for her, couldn’t one?