‘Have you any idea, Mrs Lee, who could have engineered such a theft?’
She shook her head.
‘No, indeed. I am sure the servants are all honest. In any case, it would be very difficult for them to get at the safe. My father-in-law was always in his room. He never came downstairs.’
‘Who attended to the room?’
‘Horbury. He made the bed and dusted. The second housemaid went in to do the grate and lay the fire every morning, otherwise Horbury did everything.’
Poirot said:
‘So Horbury would be the person with the best opportunity?’
‘Yes.’
‘Do you think that it was he who stole the diamonds, then?’
‘It is possible. I suppose…He had the best opportunity. Oh! I don’t know what to think.’
Colonel Johnson said:
‘Your husband has given us his account of the evening. Will you do the same, Mrs Lee? When did you last see your father-in-law?’
‘We were all up in his room this afternoon—before tea. That was the last time I saw him.’
‘You did not see him later to bid him goodnight?’
‘No.’
Poirot said:
‘Do you usually go and say goodnight to him?’
Lydia said sharply:
‘No.’
The chief constable went on:
‘Where were you when the crime took place?’
‘In the drawing-room.’
‘You heard the noise of the struggle?’
‘I think I heard something heavy fall. Of course my father-in-law’s room is over the dining-room, not the drawing-room, so I shouldn’t hear so much.’
‘But you heard the cry?’
Lydia shuddered.
‘Yes, I heard that…It was horrible—like—like a soul in hell. I knew at once something dreadful had happened. I hurried out and followed my husband and Harry up the stairs.’
‘Who else was in the drawing-room at the time?’
Lydia frowned.
‘Really—I can’t remember. David was next door in the music-room, playing Mendelssohn. I think Hilda had gone to join him.’