They plan to go to Egypt.” He paused. Linnet said sharply.
“Well?” Poirot went on.
“That is a month or two ago, but the girl’s face I do not forget it. I know that I shall remember if I see it again. And I remember too the man’s voice. And I think you can guess, Madame, when it is I see the one and hear the other again. It is here in Egypt. The man is on his honeymoon yes—but he is on his honeymoon with another woman.”
Linnet said sharply:
“What of it? I had already mentioned the facts.” “The facts–yes.” “Well then?” Poirot said slowly:
“The girl in the restaurant mentioned a friend–a friend whom she was very positive would not let her down. That friend, I think, was you, Madame.” Linnet flushed.
“Yes. I told you we had been friends.” “And she trusted you?” “Yes.”
She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip impatiently, then as Poirot did not seem disposed to speak she broke out.
“Of course, the whole thing was very unfortunate. But these things happen, M. Poirot.”
“Ah! yes, they happen, Madame.” He paused. “You are of the Church of England, I presume?”
“Yes.” Linnet looked slightly bewildered.
“Then you have heard portions of the Bible read aloud in church. You have heard of King David and of the rich man who had many flocks and herds and the poor man who had one ewe lamband of how the rich man took the poor man’s one ewe lamb. That was something that happened, Madame.” Linnet sat up. Her eyes flashed angrily.
“I see perfectly what you are driving at, M. Poirot! You think, to put it vulgarly, that I stole my friend’s young man, Looking at the matter sentimentally–which is, I suppose, the way people of your generation cannot help looking at things–that is possibly true. But the real hard truth is different. I don’t deny that Jackie was passionately in love with Simon, but I don’t think you take into account that he may not have been equally devoted to her. He was very fond of her, but I think that even before he met me he was beginning to feel that he had made a mistake. Look at it clearly, M. Poirot. Simon discovers that it is I he loves, not Jackie. What is he to do? Be heroically noble and marry a woman he does not care for–and thereby probably ruin three lives–for it is doubtful whether he could make Jackie happy under these circumstances–? If he were actually married to her when he met me I agree that it might be his duty to stick to her–though I’m not really sure of that. If one person is unhappy the other suffers too. But an engagement is not really binding. If a mistake has been made, then surely it is better to face the fact before it is too late. I admit that it was very hard on Jackie and I’m terribly sorry about it but there it is. It was inevitable.”
“I wonder.”
She stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
“It is very sensible, very logical–all that you say! But it does not explain one thing.”
“What is that?”
“Your own attitude, Madame. See you, this pursuit of you, you might take it in two ways–it might cause you annoyanceyes, or it might stir your pity–that your friend should have been so deeply hurt as to throw all regard for the conventions aside. But that is not the way you react–no, to you this persecution is intolerable–and why? It can be for one reason only–that 7ou feel a sense of guilt .” Linnet sprang to her feet.
“How dare you? Really, M. Poirot, this is going too far.” “But I do dare, Madame! I am going to speak to you quite frankly. I suggest to you that, although you may have endeavoured to gloss over the fact to yourself, you deliberately set about taking your husband from your friend. I suggest that you felt strongly attracted to him at once. But I suggest that there was a moment when you hesitated, when you realised that there was a choice–that you could refrain or go on. I suggest that the initiative rested with you–not with Mr. Doyle. You are beautiful, Madame, you are rich, you are clever, intelligent–and you have charm.