“Come back!” she said.
Poirot obeyed slowly. He sat down again and looked at her inquiringly.
“Let’s stop playing the fool,” she said.
“It’s just possible that you might be useful to me, M. Hercule Poirot.” “Delighted, mademoiselle–and how?” Between two puffs of cigarette smoke she said very quietly and evenly: “Tell me how to break that will.” “Surely a lawyer–” “Yes, a lawyer, perhaps–if I knew the right lawyer. But the only lawyers I know are respectable meni Their advice is that the will holds good in law and that any attempt to contest it will be useless expense.” “But you do not believe them.” “I believe there is always a way to do things–if you don’t mind being unscrupulous and are prepared to pay. Well, I am prepared to pay.” “And you take it for granted that I am prepared to be unscrupulous if I am paid?” “I’ve found that to be true of most people!
I don’t see why you should be an exception.
People always protest about their honesty and their rectitude to begin with, of course.” “Just so, that is part of the game, eh? But what, given that I was prepared to be— unscrupulous—do you think I could do?” “I don’t know. But you’re a clever man.
Every one knows that. You could think out some scheme.” “Such as?” Theresa Arundell shrugged her shoulders.
“That’s your business. Steal the will and substitute a forgery…. Kidnap the Lawson woman and frighten her into saying she bullied Aunt Emily into making it. Produce a later will made on old Emily’s deathbed.” “Your fertile imagination takes my breath away, mademoiselle!” “Well, what is your answer? I’ve been frank enough. If it’s righteous refusal, there’s the door.” “It is not righteous refusal—yet—” said Poirot.
Theresa Arundell laughed. She looked at me.
“Your friend,” she observed, “looks shocked. Shall we send him out to chase himself round the block?” Poirot addressed himself to me with some slight irritation.
“Control, I pray of you, your beautiful and upright nature, Hastings. I demand pardon for my friend, mademoiselle. He is, as you have perceived, honest. But he is also faithful. His loyalty to myself is absolute. In any case, let me emphasize this point–” he looked at her very hard–“whatever we are about to do will be strictly within the law.” She raised her eyebrows slightly.
“The law,” said Poirot thoughtfully, “has a lot of latitude.” “I see.” She smiled faintly. “All right, we’ll let that be understood. Do you want to discuss your share of the booty–if there turns out to be any booty?” “That, also, can be understood. Some nice little pickings–that is all I ask.” “Done,” said Theresa.
Poirot leant forward.
“Now listen, mademoiselle, usually–in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred cases, shall we say, I am on the side of the law.
The hundredth–well, the hundredth is different.
For one thing, it is usually much more lucrative…. But it has to be done very quietly, you understand–very, very quietly. My reputation, it must not suffer.
I have to be careful.” Theresa Arundell nodded.
“And I must have all the facts of the case!
I must have the truth! You comprehend that once one knows the truth it is an easier matter to know just what lies to tell!” “That seems eminently reasonable.” “Very well then. Now, on what date was this will made?” “On April 21st.” “And the previous will?” “Aunt Emily made a will five years ago.” “Its provisions being–?” “After a legacy to Ellen and one to a former cook, all her property was to be divided between the children of her brother Thomas and the children of her sister Arabella.” “Was this money left in trust?” “No, it was left to us absolutely.” “Now be careful. Did you all know the provisions of this will?” “Oh, yes. Charles and I knew–and Bella knew too. Aunt Emily made no secret of it.
In fact, if any of us asked for a loan she would usually say, ‘You’ll have all my money when I’m dead and gone. Be content with that fact.5 ” “Would she have refused a loan if there had been a case of illness or any dire necessity?”