One concerning legal documents. What was the object of your remark–a remark which you uttered with obvious embarrassment and malaise? Your object was to prevent Mrs. Doyle from signing any documents unread.”
He paused.
“On this boat we have had a murder, and following that murder two other murders in rapid succession. If I further give you the information that the weapon which killed Mrs. Otterbourne was a revolver owned by Mr. Andrew Penningt,,on, then perhaps you will realise that it is actually your duty to tell us all you can.
Jim Fanthorp was silent for some minutes. At last he said:
“You have rather an odd way of going about things, M. Poirot, but I appreciate the points you have made. The trouble is that I have no exact information to lay before you.”
“You mean that it is a case, merely, of suspicion.”
“Yes.”
“And therefore you think it injudicious to speak? That may be true, legally speaking. But this is not a court of law. Colonel Race and myself are endeavouring to track down a murderer. Anything that can help us to do so may be valuable.” Again Jim Fanthorp reflected. Then he said: “Very well. What is it you want you know?” “Why did you come on this trip?”
“My uncle, Mr. Carmichael, Mrs. Doyle’s English solicitor, sent me. He handled a good many of her affairs. In this way, he was often in correspondence with Mr. Andrew Pennington who was Mrs. Doyle’s American trustee. Several small incidents (I cannot enumerate them all) made my uncle suspicious that all was not quite as it should be.”
“In plain language,” said Race, “your uncle suspected that Pennington was a crook?”
Jim Fanthorp nodded, a faint smile on his face.
“You put it rather more bluntly than I should, but the main idea is correct.
Various excuses made by Pennington, certain plausible explanations of the disposal of funds, aroused my uncle’s distrust.
“While these suspicions of his were still nebulous Miss Ridgeway married unexpectedly and went off on her honeymoon to Egypt. Her marriage relieved my uncle’s mind, as he knew that on her return to England the estate would have to be formally settled and handed over.
“However, in a letter she wrote him from Cairo, she mentioned casually that she had unexpectedly run across Andrew Pennington. My uncle’s suspicions became acute. He felt sure that Pennington, perhaps by now in a desperate position, was going to try and obtain signatures from her which would cover his own defalcations. Since my uncle had no definite evidence to lay before her, he was in a most difficult position. The only thing he could think of was to send me out there, travelling by air, with instructions to discover what was in the wind. I was to keep my eyes open and act summarily if necessary–a most unpleasant mission, I can assure you. As a matter of fact, on the occasion you mention I had to behave more or less as a cad! It was awkward, but on the whole I was satisfied with the result.”
“You mean you put Mrs. Doyle on her guard?” asked Race.
“Not so much that. But I think I put the wind up Pennington. I felt convinced he wouldn’t try any more funny business for some time and by then I hoped to have got intimate enough with Mr. and Mrs. Doyle to convey some kind of a warning. As a matter of fact I hoped to do so through Doyle. Mrs. Doyle was so attached to Mr. Pennington that it would have been a bit awkward to suggest things to her about him. It would have been easier for me to approach the husband.”
Race nodded.
Poirot asked:
“Will you give me a candid opinion on one point, M. Fanthorp? If you were engaged in putting a swindle over, would you choose Mrs. Doyle or Mr. Doyle as a victim?”
Fanthorp smiled faintly.
“Mr. Doyle, every time. Linnet Doyle was very shrewd in business matters.
Her husband, I should fancy, is one of those trustful fellows who know nothing of business and are always ready to ‘sign on the dotted line’ as he himself put it.” “I agree,” said Poirot. He looked at Race. “And there’s your motive.” Jim Fanthorp said: