Parkers were at the other end of the building. She did not know what time Mr Protheroe had gone t°bed – he was still up when she retired at half past nine. It was not his habit to go at once to bed when he went to his room. Usually he would sit up half the night, reading and smoking. He was a great smoker.
Then Poirot interposed a question: ‘Did your master sleep with his window open or shut, as a rule?’ Miss Clegg considered.
‘It was usually open, at any rate at the top.’ ‘Yet now it is closed. Can you explain that?’ ‘No, unless he felt a draught and shut it.’ Japp asked her a few more questions and then dismissed her.
Next he interviewed the Parkers separately. Mrs Parker was inclined to be hysterical and tearful; Mr Parker was full of bluster and abuse. He denied that the cuff-link was his, but as his wife had previously recognized it, this hardly improved matters for him; and as he had also denied ever having been in Protheroe’s room, Japp considered that he had sufficient evidence to apply for a warrant.
Leaving Pollard in charge, Japp bustled back to the village and got into telephonic communication with headquarters. Poirot and I strolled back to the inn.
‘You’re unusually quiet,’ I said. ‘Doesn’t the case interest you?’ ‘Au contraire, it interests me enormously. But it puzzles me also.’ ‘The motive is obscure,’ I said thoughtfully, ‘but I’m certain that Parker’s a bad lot. The case against him seems pretty clear but for the lack of motive, and that may come out later.’ ‘Nothing struck you as being§ especially significant, although overlooked by Japp?’ I looked at him curiously.
‘What have you got up your sleeve, Poirot?’ ‘What did the dead man have up his sleeve?’ ‘Oh, that handkerchiefl’ ‘Exactly, the handkerchief.’ ‘A sailor carries his handkerchief in his sleeve,’ I said thoughtfully.
‘An excellent point, Hastings, though not the one I had in mind.’
‘Anything else?’
‘Yes, over and over again I go back to the smell of cigarette-smoke.’
‘I didn’t smell any,’ I cried wonderingly.
‘No more did I, chef am pounds
I looked earnestly at him. It is so difficult to know when Poirot is pulling one’s leg, but he seemed thoroughly in earnest and was frowning to himself.
The inquest took place two days later. In the meantime other evidence had come to light. A tramp had admitted that he had climbed over the wall into the Leigh House garden, where he often slept in a shed that was left unlocked. He declared that at twelve o’clock he had heard two men quarrelling loudly in a room on the first floor. One was demanding a sum of money; the other was angrily refusing. Concealed behind a bush, he had seen the two men as they passed and repassed the lighted window. One he knew well as being Mr Protheroe, the owner of the house; the other he identified positively as Mr Parker.
It was clear now that the Parkers had come to Leigh House to blackmail Protheroe, and when later it was discovered that the dead man’s real name was Wendover, and that he had been a lieutenant in the Navy and had been concerned in the blowing up of the first-class cruiser Merrythought, in 9xo, the case seemed to be rapidly clearing. It was supposed that Parker, cognizant of the part Wendover had played, had tracked him down and dem.anded hush-money which the other refused to pay. In the course of the quarrel, Wendover drew his revolver, and Parker snatched it from him and shot him, subsequently endeavouring to give it the appearance of suicide.
Parker was committed for trial, reserving his defence. We had attended the police-court proceedings. As we left, Poirot nodded his head.
‘It must be so,’ he murmured to himself. ‘Yes, it must be so. I will delay no longer.’
He went into the post office, and wrote off a note which he despatched by special messenger. I did not see to whom it was addressed. Then we returned to the inn where we had stayed on that memorable weekend.
Poirot was restless, going to and from the window.