Poirot bowed. ‘Thank you, mademoiselle. Now I will ask you to tell me in your own words exactly what you can remember of that particular day.’
Sarah considered for a moment.
‘Let me see. I went on an expedition in the morning. None of the Boyntons were with us. I saw them at lunch. They were finishing as we came in. Mrs Boynton seemed in an unusually good temper.’
‘She was not usually amiable, I understand.’
‘Very far from it,’ said Sarah with a slight grimace.
She then described how Mrs Boynton had released her family from attendance on her.
‘That too, was unusual?’
‘Yes. She usually kept them around her.’
‘Do you think, perhaps, that she suddenly felt remorseful—that she had what is called—un bon moment?’
‘No, I don’t,’ said Sarah bluntly.
‘What did you think, then?’
‘I was puzzled. I suspected it was something of the cat-and-mouse order.’
‘If you would elaborate, mademoiselle?’
‘A cat enjoys letting a mouse away—and then catching it again. Mrs Boynton had that kind of mentality. I thought she was up to some new devilry or other.’
‘What happened next, mademoiselle?’
‘The Boyntons started off—’
‘All of them?’
‘No, the youngest, Ginevra, was left behind. She was told to go and rest.’
‘Did she wish to do so?’
‘No. But that didn’t matter. She did what she was told. The others started off.
Dr Gerard and I joined them—’
‘When was this?’
‘About half-past three.’
‘Where was Mrs Boynton then?’
‘Nadine—young Mrs Boynton—had settled her in her chair outside her cave.’
‘Proceed.’
‘When we got round the bend, Dr Gerard and I caught up the others. We all walked together. Then, after a while, Dr Gerard turned back. He had been looking rather queer for some time. I could see he had fever. I wanted to go back with him, but he wouldn’t hear of it.’
‘What time was this?’
‘Oh! about four, I suppose.’
‘And the rest?’