“Oh, that—yes. Without a doubt.”
His tone was so abstracted that the others looked at him curiously.
“Is there anything worrying you, M. Poirot?”
“There is something that worries me very much. It is the why? The motive.”
“But, my dear fellow, the man’s crazy,” said the Assistant Commissioner impatiently.
“I understand what M. Poirot means,” said Crome, coming graciously to the rescue. “He’s quite right. There’s got to be some definite obsession. I think we’ll find the root of the matter in an intensified inferiority complex. There may be a persecution mania, too, and if so he may possibly associate M. Poirot with it. He may have the delusion that M. Poirot is a detective employed on purpose to hunt him down.”
“H’m,” said the AC. “That’s the jargon that’s talked nowadays. In my day if a man was mad he was mad and we didn’t look about for scientific terms to soften it down. I suppose a thoroughly up-to-date doctor would suggest putting a man like A B C in a nursing home, telling him what a fine fellow he was for forty-five days on end and then letting him out as a responsible member of society.”
Poirot smiled but did not answer.
The conference broke up.
“Well,” said the Assistant Commissioner. “As you say, Crome, pulling him in is only a matter of time.”
“We’d have had him before now,” said the inspector, “if he wasn’t so ordinary-looking. We’ve worried enough perfectly inoffensive citizens as it is.”
“I wonder where he is at this minute,” said the Assistant Commissioner.
Thirty
NOT FROM CAPTAIN HASTINGS’ PERSONAL NARRATIVE
Mr. Cust stood by a greengrocer’s shop.
He stared across the road.
Yes, that was it.
Mrs. Ascher. Newsagent and Tobacconist…
In the empty window was a sign.
To Let.
Empty….
Lifeless….
“Excuse me, sir.”
The greengrocer’s wife, trying to get at some lemons.
He apologized, moved to one side.
Slowly he shuffled away—back towards the main street of the town….
It was difficult—very difficult—now that he hadn’t any money left….
Not having had anything to eat all day made one feel very queer and light-headed….
He looked at a poster outside a newsagent’s shop.
The A B C Case. Murderer Still at Large. Interviews with M. Hercule Poirot.