She bit her lip.
Poirot nodded.
“Yes, I can imagine that. You are, I understand, on your honeymoon?”
“Yes. It happened–the first time–at Venice. She was thereat Daniellfs. I thought it was just coincidence. Rather embarrassing, but that was all. Then, we found her on board the boat at Brindisi. We · we understood that she was going on to Palestine. We left her, as we thought, on the boat. But but when we got to
Mena House she was therwaiting for us.”
Poirot nodded.
“And now!”
“We came up the Nile by boat. I–I was half expecting to find her on board.
When she wasn’t there I thought she had stopped being soso childish. But when we got here–sheshe was here–waiting.”
Poirot eyed her keenly for a moment. She was still perfectly composed, but the knuckles of the.hand that was gripping the table were white with the force of her grip.
He said:
“And you are afraid this state of things may continue?”
“Yes.” She paused. “Of course the whole thing is idiotic! Jacqueline is making herself utterly ridiculous. I am surprised she hasn’t got more pride more dignity.”
Poirot made a slight gesture.
“There are times, Madame, when pride and dignity–they go by the board!
There are other–stronger emotions.”
“Yes, possibly.” Linnet spoke impatiently. “But what on earth can she hope to gain by all this?”
“It is not always a question of gain, Madame.”
Something in his tone struck Linnet disagreeably. She flushed and said quickly:
“You are right. A discussion of motives is beside the point. The crux of the matter is that this has got to be stopped.”
“And how do you propose that that should be accomplished, Madame?” Poirot asked.
“Well–naturally–my husband and I cannot continue being subjected to this annoyance. There must be some kind of legal redress against such a thing.”
She spoke impatiently. Poirot looked at her thoughtfully as he asked:
“Has she threatened you in actual words in public? Used insulting language?
Attempted any bodily harm?” “Then, frankly, Madame, I do not see what you can do. If it is a young lady’s pleasure to travel in certain places and those places are the same where you and your husband find yourselves-eh bien– what of it? The air is free to all! There is no question of her forcing herself upon your privacy? It is always in public that these encounters take place?” “You mean there is nothing that I can do about it?” Linnet sounded incredulous.
Poirot said placidly: “Nothing at all as far as I can see. Mademoiselle de Bellefort is within her rights.” “But but it is maddening! It is intolerable that I should have to put up with this!” Poirot said dryly: “I sympathise with you, Madameespecially as I imagine that you have not often had to put up with things.” Linnet was frowning.
“There must be some way of stopping it,” she murmured.
Poirot shrugged his shoulders.
“You can always leave–move on somewhere else,” he suggested.
“Then she will follow!” “Very possibly–yes.” “It’s absurd!” “Precisely.’ “Anyway why should I–werun away? As though as though—” She stopped.
“Exactly, Madame. As though–! It is all there, is it not?” Linnet lifted her head and stared at him.
“What do you mean?” Poirot altered his tone. He leant forward, his voice was confidential, appealing. He said very gently: “Why do you mind so much, Madame?” “Why? But it’s maddening! Irritating to the last degree! I’ve told you why!” Poirot shook his head.
“Not altogether.” Linnet said again: “What do you mean?” Poirot leant back, folded his arms and spoke in a detached impersonal manner. “Ecoutez, Madame, I will recount to you a little history. It is that one day a month or two ago I am dining in a restaurant in London. At the table next to me are two people, a man and a girl. They are very happy, so it seems, very much in love.
They talk with confidence of the future. It is not that I listen to what is not meant for me–they are quite oblivious of who hears them and who does not. The man’s back is to me, but I can watch the girl’s face. It is very intense. She is in love heart, soul and body, and she is not of those who love lightly and often. With her it is clearly the life and the death. They are engaged to be married, these two, that is what I gather, and they talk of where they shall pass the days of their honeymoon.