‘I didn’t know you were in here,’ said the secretary.
‘I’m waiting for a phone call,’ Carelli explained. ‘Oh!’
After a pause, Carelli spoke again. ‘When did the police inspector come?’
‘About twenty minutes ago, I believe. Have you seen him?’
‘Only in the distance,’ replied Carelli.
‘He’s a Scotland Yard man,’ Raynor informed him. ‘Apparently, he happened to be down in the neighbour-hood clearing up some other case, so he was called in by the local police.’
‘That was a piece of luck, eh?’ observed Carelli.
‘Wasn’t it?’ The telephone rang, and Raynor moved towards it. Walking quickly ahead of him to the phone, Carelli said, ‘I think that will be my call.’ He looked at Raynor. ‘I wonder if you’d mind –’
‘Certainly, my dear fellow,’ the secretary assured him. ‘I’ll clear out.’
Raynor left the room, and Carelli lifted the receiver. He spoke quietly. ‘Hello? . . . Is that Miguel? . . . Yes? . . . No, damn it, I haven’t. It’s been impossible . . . No, you don’t understand, the old gentleman died last night . . . I’m leaving at once . . . Japp’s here . . . Japp. You know, the Scotland Yard man . . . No, I’ve not met him yet . . . I hope so, too . . . At the usual place, nine-thirty tonight . . . Right.’
Replacing the receiver, Carelli moved to the recess, picked up his suitcase, put on his hat, and went towards the french windows. At that moment, Hercule Poirot entered from the garden, and he and Carelli collided. ‘I beg your pardon,’ said the Italian.
‘Not at all,’ replied Poirot politely, continuing to block the way out.
‘If you would allow me to pass –’
‘Impossible,’ said Poirot, mildly. ‘Quite impossible.’
‘I insist.’
‘I shouldn’t,’ murmured Poirot, with a friendly smile. Suddenly, Carelli charged at Poirot. The little detective stepped briskly aside, tripping Carelli up neatly with an unexpected movement, and taking the Italian doctor’s suitcase from him at the same time. At that moment, Japp slid into the room behind Poirot, and Carelli fell into the Inspector’s arms.
‘Hello, what’s all this?’ exclaimed Inspector Japp. ‘Why, bless me if it isn’t Tonio!’
‘Ah!’ Poirot gave a little laugh as he moved away from them both. ‘I thought, my dear Japp, that you would probably be able to give a name to this gentleman.’
‘Oh, I know all about him,’ Japp affirmed. ‘Tonio’s quite a public character. Aren’t you, Tonio? I’ll bet you were surprised at Monsieur Poirot’s move just then. What do you call that stuff, Poirot? Ju-jitsu or suchlike, isn’t it? Poor old Tonio!’
As Poirot placed the Italian’s suitcase on the table and opened it, Carelli growled at Japp, ‘You’ve got nothing against me. You can’t hold me.’
‘I wonder,’ said the Inspector. ‘I’ll bet we won’t have far to look for the man who stole that formula, and did in the old gentleman.’ Turning to Poirot, he added, ‘That formula is absolutely bang in Tonio’s line, and, since we’ve found him trying to make a getaway, I shouldn’t be surprised if he’s got the goods on him this minute.’
‘I agree with you,’ declared Poirot.
Japp ran his hands over Carelli, while Poirot went through the suitcase.
‘Well?’ Japp asked Poirot.
‘Nothing,’ the detective replied, closing the suitcase. ‘Nothing. I am disappointed.’
‘You think yourselves very clever, do you not?’ snarled Carelli. ‘But I could tell you –’
Poirot interrupted him, speaking quietly and significantly. ‘You could, perhaps, but it would be very unwise.’
Startled, Carelli exclaimed, ‘What do you mean?’
‘Monsieur Poirot’s quite right,’ Japp declared. ‘You’d better keep your mouth shut.’ Moving to the hall door, he opened it and called, ‘Johnson!’ The young constable put his head around the door. ‘Get the whole family together for me, will you?’ Japp asked him. ‘I want them all here.’
‘Yes, sir,’ said Johnson as he left the room.
‘I protest! I –’ Carelli gasped. Suddenly, he grabbed his suitcase and made a dash towards the french windows. Japp rushed after him, grabbed him, and threw him on to the settee, taking the suitcase from him as he did so. ‘No one’s hurt you yet, so don’t squeal,’ Japp barked at the now thoroughly cowed Italian.
Poirot strolled towards the french windows. ‘Please don’t go away now, Monsieur Poirot,’ Japp called after him, putting Carelli’s suitcase down by the coffee table. ‘This should be very interesting.’
‘No, no, my dear Japp, I am not leaving,’ Poirot assured him. ‘I shall be right here. This family gathering, as you say, will be most interesting indeed.’
Chapter 17
A few minutes later, when the Amory family began to assemble in the library, Carelli was still seated on the settee, looking rather sullen, while Poirot continued to hover by the french windows. Barbara Amory, with Hastings in tow, returned from the garden through the french windows, and Barbara moved to share the settee with Carelli while Hastings went to stand by Poirot’s side. Poirot whispered to his colleague, ‘It would be helpful, Hastings, if you would make a note – a mental note, you understand – of where they all choose to sit.’
‘Helpful? How?’ asked Hastings.
‘Psychologically, my friend,’ was Poirot’s only reply.
When Lucia entered the room, Hastings watched her as she sat in the chair to the right of the table. Richard arrived with his aunt, Miss Amory, who sat on the stool as Richard moved behind the table to keep a protective eye on his wife. Edward Raynor was the last to arrive, taking up a position behind the arm-chair. He was followed into the room by the constable, Johnson, who shut the door and stood close to it.
Richard Amory introduced Inspector Japp to those two members of the family whom Japp had not already met. ‘My aunt, Miss Amory,’ he announced, ‘and my cousin, Miss Barbara Amory.’
Acknowledging the introduction, Barbara asked, ‘What’s all the excitement, Inspector?’
Japp avoided her question. ‘Now, I think we’re all here, are we not?’ he remarked, moving to the fireplace.
Miss Amory looked bewildered and a little apprehensive. ‘I don’t quite understand,’ she said to Richard. ‘What is this – this gentleman doing here?’
‘I think perhaps I ought to tell you something,’ Richard answered her. ‘You see, Aunt Caroline – and all of you,’ he added, glancing around the room, ‘Dr Graham has discovered that my father was – poisoned.’
‘What?’ exclaimed Raynor sharply. Miss Amory gave a cry of horror.
‘He was poisoned with hyoscine,’ Richard continued.
Raynor gave a start. ‘With hyoscine? Why, I saw –’ He stopped dead, looking at Lucia.
Taking a step towards him, Inspector Japp asked, ‘What did you see, Mr Raynor?’
The secretary looked embarrassed. ‘Nothing – at least –’ he began uncertainly. His voice trailed off into silence.
‘I’m sorry, Mr Raynor,’ Japp insisted, ‘but I’ve got to have the truth. Come now, everyone realizes you’re keeping something back.’
‘It’s nothing, really,’ said the secretary. ‘I mean, there’s obviously some quite reasonable explanation.’
‘Explanation for what, Mr Raynor?’ asked Japp.
Raynor still hesitated. ‘Well?’ Japp prompted him. ‘It was only that –’ Raynor paused again, and then made up his mind to continue. ‘It was only that I saw Mrs Amory emptying out some of those little tablets into her hand.’
‘When was this?’ Japp asked him.
‘Last night. I was coming out of Sir Claud’s study. The others were busy with the gramophone. They were all clustered around it. I noticed her pick up a tube of tablets – I thought it was the hyoscine – and pour most of them out into the palm of her hand. Then Sir Claud called me back into the study for something.’
‘Why didn’
t you mention this before?’ asked Japp. Lucia began to speak, but the Inspector silenced her. ‘One minute, please, Mrs Amory,’ he insisted. ‘I’d like to hear from Mr Raynor first.’
‘I never thought of it again,’ Raynor told him. ‘It was only when Mr Amory said just now that Sir Claud had been poisoned with hyoscine that it came back to me. Of course, I realize it’s perfectly all right. It was just the coincidence that startled me. The tablets might not have been hyoscine at all. It could have been one of the other tubes that she was handling.’
Japp now turned to Lucia. ‘Well, ma’am,’ he asked, ‘what have you got to say about it?’
Lucia seemed quite composed as she answered, ‘I wanted something to make me sleep.’
Addressing Raynor again, Japp asked, ‘You say she pretty well emptied the tube?’