Murder in Mesopotamia by Agatha Christie

‘There is a lot in what you say, madame,’ said Poirot.

‘And it really wasn’t true! We were a thoroughly happy family here.’

‘That woman is one of the most utter liars I’ve ever known,’ I said indignantly, when M. Poirot and I were clear of the house and walking along the path to the dig. ‘I’m sure she simply hated Mrs Leidner really!’

‘She is hardly the type to whom one would go for the truth,’ Poirot agreed.

‘Waste of time talking to her,’ I snapped.

‘Hardly that—hardly that. If a person tells you lies with her lips she is sometimes telling you truth with her eyes. What is she afraid of, little Madame Mercado? I saw fear in her eyes. Yes—decidedly she is afraid of something. It is very interesting.’

‘I’ve got something to tell you, M. Poirot,’ I said.

Then I told him all about my return the night before and my strong belief that Miss Johnson was the writer of the anonymous letters.

‘So she’s a liar too!’ I said. ‘The cool way she answered you this morning about these same letters!’

‘Yes,’ said Poirot. ‘It was interesting, that. For she let out the fact she knew all about those letters. So far they have not been spoken of in the presence of the staff. Of course, it is quite possible that Dr Leidner told her about them yesterday. They are old friends, he and she. But if he did not—well—then it is curious and interesting, is it not?’

My respect for him went up. It was clever the way he had tricked her into mentioning the letters.

‘Are you going to tackle her about them?’ I asked. M. Poirot seemed quite shocked by the idea.

‘No, no, indeed. Always it is unwise to parade one’s knowledge. Until the last minute I keep everything here,’ he tapped his forehead. ‘At the right moment—I make the spring—like the panther—and, mon Dieu! the consternation!’

I couldn’t help laughing to myself at little M. Poirot in the role of a panther.

We had just reached the dig. The first person we saw was Mr Reiter, who was busy photographing some walling.

It’s my opinion that the men who were digging just hacked out walls wherever they wanted them. That’s what it looked like anyway. Mr Carey explained to me that you could feel the difference at once with a pick, and he tried to show me—but I never saw. When the man said ‘Libn’—mud-brick—it was just ordinary dirt and mud as far as I could see.

Mr Reiter finished his photographs and handed over the camera and the plate to his boy and told him to take them back to the house.

Poirot asked him one or two questions about exposures and film packs and so on which he answered very readily. He seemed pleased to be asked about his work.

He was just tendering his excuses for leaving us when Poirot plunged once more into his set speech. As a matter of fact it wasn’t quite a set speech because he varied it a little each time to suit the person he was talking to. But I’m not going to write it all down every time. With sensible people like Miss Johnson he went straight to the point, and with some of the others he had to beat about the bush a bit more. But it came to the same in the end.

‘Yes, yes, I see what you mean,’ said Mr Reiter. ‘But indeed, I do not see that I can be much help to you. I am new here this season and I did not speak much with Mrs Leidner. I regret, but indeed I can tell you nothing.’

There was something a little stiff and foreign in the way he spoke, though, of course, he hadn’t got any accent—except an American one, I mean.

‘You can at least tell me whether you liked or disliked her?’ said Poirot with a smile.

Mr Reiter got quite red and stammered: ‘She was a charming person—most charming. And intellectual. She had a very fine brain—yes.’

‘Bien! You liked her. And she liked you?’

Mr Reiter got redder still.

‘Oh, I—I don’t know that she noticed me much. And I was unfortunate once or twice. I was always unlucky when I tried to do anything for her. I’m afraid I annoyed her by my clumsiness. It was quite unintentional…I would have done any thing—’

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