He saw Arlena Marshall and Patrick Redfern beside her. He heard the man’s voice, with the throb in it of emotion.
“I’m crazy about you—crazy—you’ve driven me mad… You do care a little—you do care?”
He saw Arlena Marshall’s face—it was, he thought, like a sleek happy cat—it was animal, not human. She said softly:
“Of course, Patrick darling, I adore you. You know that….”
For once Hercule Poirot cut his eavesdropping short. He went back to the path and on down to the hotel.
A figure joined him suddenly. It was Captain Marshall.
Marshall said:
“Remarkable night, what? After that foul day.” He looked up at the sky. “Looks as though we should have fine weather tomorrow.”
Four
The morning of the 25th of August dawned bright and cloudless. It was a morning to tempt even an inveterate sluggard to rise early.
Several people rose early that morning at the Jolly Roger.
It was eight o’clock when Linda, sitting at her dressing table, turned a little thick calf-bound volume face downwards, sprawling it open and looked at her own face in the mirror.
Her lips were set tight together and the pupils of her eyes contracted.
She said below her breath:
“I’ll do it….”
She slipped out of her pyjamas and into her bathing dress. Over it she flung on a bathrobe and laced espadrilles on her feet.
She went out of her room and along the passage. At the end of it a door on to the balcony led to an outside staircase leading directly down to the rocks below the hotel. There was a small iron ladder clamped on to the rocks leading down into the water which was used by many of the hotel guests for a before-breakfast dip as taking up less time than going down to the main bathing beach.
As Linda started down from the balcony she met her father coming up. He said:
“You’re up early. Going to have a dip?”
Linda nodded.
They passed each other.
Instead of going on down the rocks, however, Linda skirted round the hotel to the left until she came to the path down to the causeway connecting the hotel with the mainland. The tide was high and the causeway under water, but the boat that took hotel guests across was tied to a little jetty. The man in charge of it was absent at the moment. Linda got in, untied it and rowed herself across.
She tied up the boat on the other side, walked up the slope, past the hotel garage and along until she reached the general shop.
The woman had just taken down the shutters and was engaged in sweeping out the floor. She looked amazed at the sight of Linda.
“Well, Miss, you are up early.”
Linda put her hand in the pocket of her bath wrap and brought out some money. She proceeded to make her purchases.
II
Christine Redfern was standing in Linda’s room when the girl returned.
“Oh, there you are,” Christine exclaimed. “I thought you couldn’t be really up yet.”
Linda said: