chapter 10

dr. roberts (continued)

superintendent battle was ltmching with m. hercule poirot.

the former looked downcast, the latter sympathetic.

"your morning, then, has not been entirely successful," said poirot thoughtfully.

battle shook his head.

"it's going to be uphill work, m. poirot."

"what do you think of him?"

"of the doctor? well, frankly, i think shaitana was right. he's a killer. reminds me of westaway. and of that lawyer chap in norfolk. same hearty, self-confident manner. same /)opularity. both of them were clever devils--so's roberts. all the same, it doesn't follow that roberts killed shaitana--and as a matter of fact i don't think he did. he'd know the risk too well better than a layman would--that shaitaaa might wake and cry out. no, i don't think roberts murdered him.""but you think he has murdered some one?"

"possibly quite a lot of people. westaway had. but it's going to be hard to get at. i've looked over his bank account--nothing suspicious there--no large sums suddenly. at any rate, in the last seven years he's not had any legacy from a patient. that wipes out murder for direct gain. he's never married--that's a pity--so ideally simple for a doctor to kill his own wife. he's well-to-do, but then he's got a thriving practice among well-to-do people.""in fact he. appears to lead a thoroughly blameless life--and perhaps does doso."

"maybe. but i prefer to believe the worst."

he went on:

"there's the hint of a scandal over a woman---one of his patients--name of craddock. that's worth looking up, i think. i'll get some one on to that straightaway. woman actually died out in egypt of some local disease, so i don'tthink there's anything in that but it might throw a light on his general characterand morals."

"was there a husband?"

"yes. husband died of anthrax."

"anthrax?"

"yes, there were a lot of cheap shaving brushes on the market just then--someof them infected. there was a regular scandal about it.""convenient," suggested poirot.

"that's what i thought. if her husband were threatening to kick up a row but there, it's all conjecture. we haven't a leg to stand upon.""courage, my friend. i know your patience. in the end, you will have perhaps as many legs as a centipede.""and fall into the ditch as a result of thinking about them," grinned battle.

then he asked curiously:

"what about you, m. poirot? going to take a hand?""i too, might call on dr. roberts."

"two of us in one day. that ought to put the wind up him.""oh, i shall be very discreet. i shall not inquire into his past life.""i'd like to know just exactly what line you'll take," said battle curiously, "but don't tell me unless you want to.""du tout--du tout. i am most willing. i shall talk a little of bridge, that is all." "bridge again. you harp on that, don't you, m. poirot?" "i find the subject very useful.""well, every man to his taste. i don't deal much in these fancy approaches. they don't suit my style.""what is your style, superintendent?"

the superintendent met the twinkle in poirot's eye with an answering twinkle in his own.

"a straightforward, honest, zealous officer doing his duty in the most laborious manner--that's my style. no frills. no fancy work. just honest perspiration. stolidand a bit stupid--that's my ticket."

poirot raised his glass.

"to our respective methodsand may success crown our joint efforts.""i expect colonel race may get us something worth having about despard," said battle. "he's got a good many sources of information.""and mrs. oliver?"

"bit of a toss-up there. i rather like that woman. talks a lot of nonsense, but she's a sport. and women get to know things about other women that men can't get at. she may spot something useful." they separated. battle went back to scotland yard to issue instructions for certain lines to be followed up. poirot betook himself to 200 gloucester terrace. dr. roberts' eyebrows rose comically as he greeted his guest. "two sleuths in one day," he asked. "handcuffs by this evening, i suppose."poirot smiled. "i can assure you, dr. roberts, that my attentions are being equally divided between all four of you." "that's something to be thankful for, at all events. smoke?" "if you permit, i prefer my own." poirot lighted one of his tiny russian cigarettes. "well, what can i do for you?" asked roberts. poirot was silent for a minute or two puffing, then he said:

"are you a keen observer of human nature, doctor?""i don't know. i suppose i am. a doctor has to be." "that was exactly my reasoning. i said to myself, 'a doctor has always to be studying his patients--their expressions, their colour, how fast they breathe, any signs of restlessness--a doctor notices these things automatically almost without noticing he notices! dr. roberts is the man to help me.'" "i'm willing enough to help. what's the trouble?" poirot produced from a neat little pocket-case three carefully folded bridge scores. "these are the first three rubbers the other evening," he explained. "here is the first one--in miss meredith's handwriting. now can you tell me with this to refresh your memory--exactly what the calling was and how each hand went?" roberts stared at him in astonishment. "you're joking, m. poirot. how can i possibly remember?" "can't you? i should be so very grateful if you could. take this first rubber. the first game must have resulted in a game call in hearts or spades, or else one or other side must have gone down fifty." "let me seethat was the first hand. yes, i think they went out in spades.""and the next hand?" "i suppose one or other of us went down fifty--but i can't remember which or what it was in. really, m. poirot, you can hardly expect me to do so." "can't you remember any of the calling or the hands?" "i got a grand slam--i remember that. it was doubled too. and i also remember going down a nasty smack--playing three no trumps, i think it was--went down a packet. but that was later on." "do you remember with whom you were playing?" "mrs. lorrimer. she looked a bit grim, i remember. didn't like my overcalling, i expect." "and you can't remember any other of the hands or the calling?" roberts laughed. "my dear m. poirot, did you really expect i could. first there was the murder---enough to drive the most spectacular hands out of one's mind and in addition i've played at least half a dozen rubbers since then."poirot sat looking rather crestfallen.

"i'm sorry," said roberts. "it does not matter very much," said poirot slowly. "i hoped that you might remember one or two, at least, of the hands, because i thought they might be valuable landmarks in remembering other things." "what other things?" "well, you might have noticed, for instance, that your partner made a mess of playing a perfectly simple no trumper, or that an opponent, say, presented you with a couple of unexpected,rieks by failing to lead an obvious card." dr. roberts became suddenly serious. he leaned forward in his chair. "ah," he said. "now i see what you're driving at. forgive me. i thought at first you were talking pure nonsense. you mean that the murder--the successful accomplishment of the murder--might have made a definite difference in the guilty party's play?" poirot nodded. "you have seized the idea correctly. it would be a clue of the first excellence if you had been four players who knew each other's game well. a variation, a sudden lack of brilliance, a missed opportunity--that would have been immediately noticed. unluckily, you were all strangers to each other. variation in play would not be so noticeable. but think, m. le docteur, i beg of you to think. do you remember any inequalities--any sudden glaring mistakes--in the play of any one?" there was silence for a minute or two, then dr. roberts shook his head. "it's no good. i can't help you," he said frankly. "i simply don't remember. all i can tell you is what i told you before: mrs. lorrimer is a first-class player--she never made a slip that i noticed. she was brilliant from start to finish. despard's play was uniformly good too. rather a conventional player--that is, his bidding is strictly conventional. he never steps outside the rules. won't take a long chance. miss meredith "he hesitated. "yes? miss meredith?" poirot prompted him. "she did make mistakes--once or twicei remember--towards the end of the evening, but that may simply have been because she was tired--not being a very experienced player. her hand shook, too " he stopped.

"when did her hand shake?"

"when was it now? i can't remember i think she was just nervous. m. poirot, you're making me imagine things." "i apologise. there is another point on which i seek your help." "yes?" poirot said slowly: "it is difficult. i do not, you see, wish to ask you a leading question. if i say, did you notice so and so--well, i have put the thing into your head. your answer will not be so valuable. let me try to get at the matter another way. if you will be so kind, dr. roberts, describe to me the contents of the room in which you played." roberts looked thoroughly astonished. "the contents of the room?" "if you will be so good." "my dear fellow, i simply don't know where to begin." "begin anywhere you choose." "well, there was a good deal of furniturc " "non, non, non, be precise, i pray of you."dr. roberts sighed. he began facetiously after the manner of an auctioneer. "one large settee upholstered in ivory brocadeone ditto in green ditto--four or five large chairs. eight or nine persian rugs--a set of twelve small giltempire chairs. william and mary bureau. (i feel just like an auctioneer's clerk.)very beautiful chinese cabinet. grand piano. there was other furniture but i'mafraid i didn't notice it. six first-class japanese prints. two chinese pictures onlooking-glass. five or six very beautiful snuff-boxes. some japanese ivory netsukefigures on a table by themselves. some old silver--charles i. tazzas, i think. oneor two pieces of battersea enamel--"

"bravo, bravo!" poirot applauded.

"a couple of old english slipware birds--and, i think, a ralph wood figure. then there was some eastern stuff--intricate silver work. some jewellery, i don't know much about that. some chelsea birds, i remember. oh, and some miniatures in a case-pretty good ones, i fancy. that's not all by a long way--but it's all i can think of for the minute.""it is magnificent," said poirot with due appreciation. "you have the true observer's eye."the doctor asked curiously:

"have i included the object you had in mind?""that is the interesting thing about it,"said poirot. "if you had mentioned the object i had in mind it would have been extremely surprising to me. as i thought,you would not mention it."

"why?"

poirot twinkled.

"perhaps--because it was not there to mention."roberts stared.

"that seems to remind me of something."

"it reminds you of sherlock holmes, does it not? the curious incident of the dog in the night. the dog did not howl in the night. that is the curious thing! ah, well, i am not above stealing the tricks of others.""do you know, m. poirot, i am completely at sea as to what you are driving"that is excellent, that. in confidence, that is how i get my little effects."then, as dr. roberts still looked rather dazed, poirot said with a smile as he rose to his feet:

"you may at least comprehend this, what you have told me is going to be veryhelpful to me in my next interview."

the doctor rose also.

"i can't see how, but i'll take your work for it," he said.

they shook hands.

poirot went down the steps of the doctor's house, and hailed a passing taxi. "111 cheyne lane, chelsea," he told the driver.