One, Two, Buckle My Shoe (Hercule Poirot 23)

“At forty, mon ami, the hair of most women has begun to go grey but Mrs. Chapman was not one to yield to nature.”

“She’s probably gone henna red by now for a change.”

“I wonder.”

Japp said:

“There’s something worrying you, Poirot. What is it?”

Poirot said:

“But yes, I am worried. I am very seriously worried. There is here, you see, for me an insoluble problem.”

Resolutely, he went once more into the box room….

He took hold of the shoe on the dead woman’s foot. It resisted and came off with difficulty.

He examined the buckle. It had been clumsily sewn on by hand.

Hercule Poirot sighed. He said:

“It is that I am dreaming!”

Japp said curiously:

“What are you trying to do—make the thing more difficult?”

“Exactly that.”

Japp said:

“One patent leather shoe, complete with buckle. What’s wrong with that?”

Hercule Poirot said:

“Nothing—absolutely nothing. But all the same—I do not understand.”

III

Mrs. Merton of No. 82, King Leopold Mansions had been designated by the porter as Mrs. Chapman’s closest friend in the Mansions.

It was, therefore, to No. 82 that Japp and Poirot betook themselves next.

Mrs. Merton was a loquacious lady, with snapping black eyes, and an elaborate coiffure.

It needed no pressure to make her talk. She was only too ready to rise to a dramatic situation.

“Sylvia Chapman—well, of course, I don’t know her really well—not intimately, so to speak. We had a few bridge evenings occasionally and we went to the pictures together, and of course shopping sometimes. But oh, do tell me—she isn’t dead, is she?”

Japp reassured her.

“Well, I’m sure I’m thankful to hear it! But the postman just now was all agog about a body having been found in one of the flats—but then one really can’t believe half one hears, can one? I never do.”

Japp asked a further question.

“No, I haven’t heard anything of Mrs. Chapman—not since we had spoken about going to see the new Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire the following week, and she said nothing about going away then.”

Mrs. Merton had never heard a Miss Sainsbury Seale mentioned. Mrs. Chapman had never spoken of anyone of that name.