smile, swelled out his chest, and began in a pompous manner.
“Assuming murder, the question at once arises, why choose that particular method? I can think of only one reason - to confuse identity, the face being charred beyond recognition.”
“What?” I cried. “You think -”
“A moment's patience, Hastings. I was going on to say that I examine that theory. Is there any ground for believing that the body is not that of Mr. Paynter? Is there any one else whose body it possibly could be? I examine these two questions and finally I answer them both in the negative.”
“Oh!” I said, rather disappointed. “And then?”
Poirot's eyes twinkled a little.
“And then I say to myself, 'since there is here something that I do not understand, it would be well that I should investigate the matter. I must not permit myself to be wholly engrossed by the Big Four.' Ah! we are just arriving. My little clothes brush, where does it hide itself? Here it is - brush me down, I pray you, my friend, and then I will perform the same service for you.”
“Yes,” said Poirot thoughtfully, as he put away the brush, “ one must not permit oneself to be obsessed by one idea. I have been in danger of that. Figure to yourself, my friend, that even here, in this case, I am in danger of it. Those two lines you mentioned, a downstroke and a line at right angles to it, what are they but the beginning of a 4?”
“Good gracious, Poirot,” I cried, laughing.
“Is it not absurd? I see the hand of the Big Four everywhere. It is well to employ one's wits in a totally different milieu. Ah! there is Japp come to meet us.”
The Big Four
Chapter 10
WE INVESTIGATE AT CROFTLANDS
The Scotland Yard Inspector was, indeed, waiting on the platform, and greeted us warmly.
“Well, Moosior Poirot, this is good. Thought you'd like to be let in on this. Tip-top mystery, isn't it?” I read this alright as showing Japp to be completely puzzled and hoping to pick up a pointer from Poirot.
Japp had a car waiting, and we drove up in it to Croftlands. It was a square, white house, quite unpretentious, and covered with creepers, including the starry yellow jasmine. Japp looked up at it as we did.
“Must have been balmy to go writing that, poor old cove,” he remarked. “Hallucinations, perhaps, and thought he was outside.”
Poirot was smiling at him.
“Which was it, my good Japp?” he asked; “accident or murder?”
The Inspector seemed a little embarrassed by the question.
“Well, if it weren't for that curry business, I'd be for accident every time. There's no sense in holding a live man's head in the fire - why, he'd scream the house down.”
“Ah!” said Poirot in a low voice. “Fool that I have been. Triple imbecile! You are a cleverer man than I am, Japp.”
Japp was rather taken aback by the compliment - Poirot being usually given to exclusive self-praise. He reddened and muttered something about there being a lot of doubt about that.
He led the way through the house to the room where the tragedy had occurred - Mr. Paynter's study. It was a wide, low room, with book-lined walls and big leather armchairs.
Poirot looked across at once to the window which gave upon a gravelled terrace.
“The window, it was unlatched?” he asked.
“That's the whole point, of course. When the doctor left this room, he merely closed the door behind him. The next morning it was found locked. Who locked it? Mr. Paynter? Ah Ling declares that the window was closed and bolted. Dr. Quentin, on the other hand, has an impression that it was closed, but not fastened, but he won't swear either way. If he could, it would make a great difference. If the man was murdered, some one entered the room either through the door or the window - if through the door, it was an inside job; if through the window, it might have been any one. First thing when they had broken the door down, they flung the window open, and the housemaid who did it thinks that it wasn't
“Assuming murder, the question at once arises, why choose that particular method? I can think of only one reason - to confuse identity, the face being charred beyond recognition.”
“What?” I cried. “You think -”
“A moment's patience, Hastings. I was going on to say that I examine that theory. Is there any ground for believing that the body is not that of Mr. Paynter? Is there any one else whose body it possibly could be? I examine these two questions and finally I answer them both in the negative.”
“Oh!” I said, rather disappointed. “And then?”
Poirot's eyes twinkled a little.
“And then I say to myself, 'since there is here something that I do not understand, it would be well that I should investigate the matter. I must not permit myself to be wholly engrossed by the Big Four.' Ah! we are just arriving. My little clothes brush, where does it hide itself? Here it is - brush me down, I pray you, my friend, and then I will perform the same service for you.”
“Yes,” said Poirot thoughtfully, as he put away the brush, “ one must not permit oneself to be obsessed by one idea. I have been in danger of that. Figure to yourself, my friend, that even here, in this case, I am in danger of it. Those two lines you mentioned, a downstroke and a line at right angles to it, what are they but the beginning of a 4?”
“Good gracious, Poirot,” I cried, laughing.
“Is it not absurd? I see the hand of the Big Four everywhere. It is well to employ one's wits in a totally different milieu. Ah! there is Japp come to meet us.”
The Big Four
Chapter 10
WE INVESTIGATE AT CROFTLANDS
The Scotland Yard Inspector was, indeed, waiting on the platform, and greeted us warmly.
“Well, Moosior Poirot, this is good. Thought you'd like to be let in on this. Tip-top mystery, isn't it?” I read this alright as showing Japp to be completely puzzled and hoping to pick up a pointer from Poirot.
Japp had a car waiting, and we drove up in it to Croftlands. It was a square, white house, quite unpretentious, and covered with creepers, including the starry yellow jasmine. Japp looked up at it as we did.
“Must have been balmy to go writing that, poor old cove,” he remarked. “Hallucinations, perhaps, and thought he was outside.”
Poirot was smiling at him.
“Which was it, my good Japp?” he asked; “accident or murder?”
The Inspector seemed a little embarrassed by the question.
“Well, if it weren't for that curry business, I'd be for accident every time. There's no sense in holding a live man's head in the fire - why, he'd scream the house down.”
“Ah!” said Poirot in a low voice. “Fool that I have been. Triple imbecile! You are a cleverer man than I am, Japp.”
Japp was rather taken aback by the compliment - Poirot being usually given to exclusive self-praise. He reddened and muttered something about there being a lot of doubt about that.
He led the way through the house to the room where the tragedy had occurred - Mr. Paynter's study. It was a wide, low room, with book-lined walls and big leather armchairs.
Poirot looked across at once to the window which gave upon a gravelled terrace.
“The window, it was unlatched?” he asked.
“That's the whole point, of course. When the doctor left this room, he merely closed the door behind him. The next morning it was found locked. Who locked it? Mr. Paynter? Ah Ling declares that the window was closed and bolted. Dr. Quentin, on the other hand, has an impression that it was closed, but not fastened, but he won't swear either way. If he could, it would make a great difference. If the man was murdered, some one entered the room either through the door or the window - if through the door, it was an inside job; if through the window, it might have been any one. First thing when they had broken the door down, they flung the window open, and the housemaid who did it thinks that it wasn't
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