contained it is empty!'
'What?' I cried. 'Impossible. Why, only this morning I saw -' The words died on my tongue.
But the attention of the entire room was diverted to me.
'What is that you say?' cried the commissary. 'This morning?'
'I saw it there this morning,' I said slowly. 'About an hour and a half ago, to be accurate.'
'You went to the shed, then? How did you get the key?'
'I asked the sergent de ville for it.'
'And you went there? Why?'
I hesitated, but in the end I decided that the only thing to do was to make a clean breast of it.
'Monsieur Hautet,' I said, 'I have committed a grave fault, for which I must crave your indulgence.'
'Proceed, monsieur.'
'The fact of the matter is,' I said, wishing myself anywhere else but where I was, 'that I met a young lady, an acquaintance of mine. She displayed a great desire to see everything that was to be seen, and I - well, in short, I took the key to show her the body.'
'Ah!' cried the magistrate indignantly. 'But it is a grave fault you have committed there, Captain Hastings. It is altogether most irregular. You should not have permitted yourself this folly.'
'I know,' I said meekly. 'Nothing that you can say could be too severe, monsieur.'
'You did not invite this lady to come here?'
'Certainly not. I met her quite by accident. She is an English lady who happens to be staying in Merlinville, though I was not aware of that until my unexpected meeting with her.'
'Well, well,' said the magistrate, softening. 'It was most irregular, but the lady is without doubt young and beautiful. What it is to be young!' And he sighed sentimentally.
But the commissary, less romantic and more practical, took up the tale:
'But did you not re-close and lock the door when you departed?'
'That's just it,' I said slowly. 'That's what I blame myself for so terribly. My friend was upset at the sight. She nearly fainted. I got her some brandy and water, and afterwards insisted on accompanying her back to the town. In the excitement I forgot to re-lock the door. I only did so when I got back to the Villa.'
'Then for twenty minutes at least -' said the commissary slowly. He stopped.
'Exactly,' I said.
'Twenty minutes,' mused the commissary.
'It is deplorable,' said M. Hautet, his sternness of manner returning. 'Without precedent.'
Suddenly another voice spoke.
'You find it deplorable?' asked Giraud.
'Certainly I do.'
'I find it admirable!' said the other imperturbably.
This unexpected ally quite bewildered me.
'Admirable, Monsieur Giraud?' asked the magistrate, studying him cautiously out of the corner of his eye.
'Precisely.'
'And why?'
'Because we know now that the assassin, or an accomplice of the assassin, has been near the Villa only an hour ago. It will be strange if, with that knowledge, we do not shortly lay hands upon him.' There was a note of menace in his voice. He continued: 'He risked a good deal to gain possession of that dagger. Perhaps he feared that fingerprints might be discovered on it.'
Poirot turned to Bex.
'You said there were none?'
Giraud shrugged his shoulders.
'Perhaps he could not be sure.'
Poirot looked at him.
'You are wrong, Monsieur Giraud. The assassin wore gloves. So he must have been sure.'
'I do not say it was the assassin himself. It may have been an accomplice who was not aware of that fact.'
The magistrate's clerk was gathering up the papers on the table. M. Hautet addressed us:
'Our work here is finished. Perhaps, Monsieur Renauld, you will listen while your evidence is read over to you. I have purposely kept all the proceedings as informal as possible. I have been called original in my methods, but I maintain that there is much to be said for originality. The case is now in the clever hands of the renowned Monsieur Giraud. He will without doubt distinguish himself. Indeed, I wonder that he has not already laid his hands upon the murderers! Madame, again let me assure you of my heartfelt sympathy! Messieurs, I wish you all
'What?' I cried. 'Impossible. Why, only this morning I saw -' The words died on my tongue.
But the attention of the entire room was diverted to me.
'What is that you say?' cried the commissary. 'This morning?'
'I saw it there this morning,' I said slowly. 'About an hour and a half ago, to be accurate.'
'You went to the shed, then? How did you get the key?'
'I asked the sergent de ville for it.'
'And you went there? Why?'
I hesitated, but in the end I decided that the only thing to do was to make a clean breast of it.
'Monsieur Hautet,' I said, 'I have committed a grave fault, for which I must crave your indulgence.'
'Proceed, monsieur.'
'The fact of the matter is,' I said, wishing myself anywhere else but where I was, 'that I met a young lady, an acquaintance of mine. She displayed a great desire to see everything that was to be seen, and I - well, in short, I took the key to show her the body.'
'Ah!' cried the magistrate indignantly. 'But it is a grave fault you have committed there, Captain Hastings. It is altogether most irregular. You should not have permitted yourself this folly.'
'I know,' I said meekly. 'Nothing that you can say could be too severe, monsieur.'
'You did not invite this lady to come here?'
'Certainly not. I met her quite by accident. She is an English lady who happens to be staying in Merlinville, though I was not aware of that until my unexpected meeting with her.'
'Well, well,' said the magistrate, softening. 'It was most irregular, but the lady is without doubt young and beautiful. What it is to be young!' And he sighed sentimentally.
But the commissary, less romantic and more practical, took up the tale:
'But did you not re-close and lock the door when you departed?'
'That's just it,' I said slowly. 'That's what I blame myself for so terribly. My friend was upset at the sight. She nearly fainted. I got her some brandy and water, and afterwards insisted on accompanying her back to the town. In the excitement I forgot to re-lock the door. I only did so when I got back to the Villa.'
'Then for twenty minutes at least -' said the commissary slowly. He stopped.
'Exactly,' I said.
'Twenty minutes,' mused the commissary.
'It is deplorable,' said M. Hautet, his sternness of manner returning. 'Without precedent.'
Suddenly another voice spoke.
'You find it deplorable?' asked Giraud.
'Certainly I do.'
'I find it admirable!' said the other imperturbably.
This unexpected ally quite bewildered me.
'Admirable, Monsieur Giraud?' asked the magistrate, studying him cautiously out of the corner of his eye.
'Precisely.'
'And why?'
'Because we know now that the assassin, or an accomplice of the assassin, has been near the Villa only an hour ago. It will be strange if, with that knowledge, we do not shortly lay hands upon him.' There was a note of menace in his voice. He continued: 'He risked a good deal to gain possession of that dagger. Perhaps he feared that fingerprints might be discovered on it.'
Poirot turned to Bex.
'You said there were none?'
Giraud shrugged his shoulders.
'Perhaps he could not be sure.'
Poirot looked at him.
'You are wrong, Monsieur Giraud. The assassin wore gloves. So he must have been sure.'
'I do not say it was the assassin himself. It may have been an accomplice who was not aware of that fact.'
The magistrate's clerk was gathering up the papers on the table. M. Hautet addressed us:
'Our work here is finished. Perhaps, Monsieur Renauld, you will listen while your evidence is read over to you. I have purposely kept all the proceedings as informal as possible. I have been called original in my methods, but I maintain that there is much to be said for originality. The case is now in the clever hands of the renowned Monsieur Giraud. He will without doubt distinguish himself. Indeed, I wonder that he has not already laid his hands upon the murderers! Madame, again let me assure you of my heartfelt sympathy! Messieurs, I wish you all
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