One, Two, Buckle My Shoe Part 2

'He could tell you nothing of importance?'

'No, all he could say was that the dentist had seemed perfectly normal and calm in his manner.'

'Eh bien,' said Poirot. 'Then that seems quite clear. Between five-and-twenty past twelve and half-past one something happened-and presumably nearer the former time.'

'Quite. Because otherwise-'

'Otherwise he would have pressed the buzzer for the next patient.'

'Exactly. The medical evidence agrees with that for what it's worth. The divisional surgeon examined the body-at twenty past two. He wouldn't commit himself-they never do nowadays-too many individual idiosyncrasies, they say. But Morley couldn't have been shotlater than one o'clock, he says-probably considerably earlier-but he wouldn't be definite.'

Poirot said thoughtfully: 'Then at twenty-five minutes past twelve our dentist is a normal dentist, cheerful, urbane, competent. And after that? Despair-misery-what you will-and he shoots himself?'

'It's funny,' said j.a.pp. 'You've got to admit, it's funny.'

'Funny,' said Poirot, 'is not the word.'

'I know it isn't really-but it's the sort of thing one says. It's odd, then, if you like that better.'

'Was it his own pistol?'

'No, it wasn't. He hadn't got a pistol. Never had had one. According to his sister there wasn't such a thing in the house. There isn't in most houses. Of course hemight havebought it if he'd made up his mind to do away with himself. If so, we'll soon know about it.'

Poirot asked: 'Is there anything else that worries you?'

j.a.pp rubbed his nose.

'Well, there was the way he was lying. I wouldn't say a mancouldn't fall like that-but it wasn't quite right somehow! And there was just a trace or two on the carpet-as though something had been dragged along it.'

'That, then, is decidedly suggestive.'

'Yes, unless it was that dratted boy. I've a feeling thathe may have tried to move Morley when he found him. He denies it, of course, but then he was scared. He's that kind of young a.s.s. The kind that's always putting their foot in it and getting cursed, and so they come to lie about things almost automatically.'

Poirot looked thoughtfully round the room.

At the wash-basin on the wall behind the door, at the tall filing cabinet on the other side of the door. At the dental chair and surrounding apparatus near the window, then along to the fireplace and back to where the body lay; there was a second door in the wall near the fireplace. j.a.pp had followed his glance. 'Just a small office through there.' He flung open the door. It was as he had said, a small room, with a desk, a table with a spirit lamp and tea apparatus and some chairs. There was no other door.

'This is where his secretary worked,' explained j.a.pp. 'Miss Nevill. It seems she's away today.'

His eyes met Poirot's. The latter said: 'He told me, I remember. That again-might be a point against suicide?'

'You mean she wasgot out of the way?'

j.a.pp paused. He said: 'If itwasn't suicide, he was murdered. But why? That solution seems almost as unlikely as the other. He seems to have been a quiet, inoffensive sort of chap. Who would want to murder him?'

Poirot said: 'Whocould have murdered him?'

j.a.pp said: 'The answer to that is-almost anybody! His sister could have come down from their flat above and shot him, one of the servants could have come in and shot him. His partner, Reilly, could have shot him. The boy Alfred could have shot him. One of the patients could have shot him.' He paused and said, 'And Amberiotis could have shot him-easiest of the lot.'

Poirot nodded.

'But in that case-we have to find out why.'

'Exactly. You've come round again to the original problem. Why? Amberiotis is staying at the Savoy. Why does a rich Greek want to come and shoot an inoffensive dentist?'

'That's really going to be our stumbling block.Motive! '

Poirot shrugged his shoulders. He said: 'It would seem that death selected, most inartistically, the wrong man. The Mysterious Greek, the Rich Banker, the Famous Detective-how natural that one ofthem should be shot! For mysterious foreigners may be mixed up in espionage and rich bankers have connections who will benefit by their deaths and famous detectives may be dangerous to criminals.'

'Whereas poor old Morley wasn't dangerous to anybody,' observed j.a.pp gloomily.

'I wonder.'

j.a.pp whirled round on him.

'What's up your sleeve now?'

'Nothing. A chance remark.'

He repeated to j.a.pp those few casual words of Mr Morley's about recognizing faces, and his mention of a patient.

j.a.pp looked doubtful.

'It's possible, I suppose. But it's a bit far-fetched. It might have been someone who wanted their ident.i.ty kept dark. You didn't notice any of the other patients this morning?'

Poirot murmured: 'I noticed in the waiting-room a young man who looked exactly like a murderer!'

j.a.pp said, startled: 'What's that?'

Poirot smiled: 'Mon cher, it was upon my arrival here! I was nervous, fanciful-enfin, in amood . Everything seemed sinister to me, the waiting-room, the patients, the very carpet on the stairs! Actually, I think the young man had very bad toothache. That was all!'

'I know what it can be,' said j.a.pp. 'However, we'll check up on your murderer all the same. We'll check up oneverybody , whether it's suicide or not. I think the first thing is to have another talk with Miss Morley. I've only had a word or two. It was a shock to her, of course, but she's the kind that doesn't break down. We'll go and see her now.'

III.

Tall and grim, Georgina Morley listened to what the two men had said and answered their questions. She said with emphasis: 'It's incredible to me-quiteincredible-that my brother should have committed suicide!'

Poirot said: 'You realize the alternative, Mademoiselle?'

'You mean-murder.' She paused. Then she said slowly: 'It is true-that alternative seems nearly as impossible as the other.'

'But notquite as impossible?'

'No-because-oh, in the first case, you see, I am speaking ofsomething I know -that is: my brother's state of mind. Iknow he had nothing on his mind-Iknow that there was no reason-no reasonat all why he should take his own life!'

'You saw him this morning-before he started work?'

'At breakfast-yes.'

'And he was quite as usual-not upset in any way?'

'He was upset-but not in the way you mean. He was just annoyed!'

'Why was that?'

'He had a busy morning in front of him, and his secretary and a.s.sistant had been called away.'

'That is Miss Nevill?'

'Yes.'

'What used she to do for him?'

'She did all his correspondence, of course, and kept the appointment book, and filed all the charts. She also saw to the sterilizing of the instruments and ground up his fillings and handed them to him when he was working.'

'Had she been with him long?'

'Three years. She is a very reliable girl and we are-were both very fond of her.'

Poirot said: 'She was called away owing to the illness of a relative, so your brother told me.'

'Yes, she got a telegram to say her aunt had had a stroke. She went off to Somerset by an early train.'

'And that was what annoyed your brother so much?'

'Ye-es.' There was a faint hesitation in Miss Morley's answer. She went on rather hurriedly. 'You-you mustn't think my brother unfeeling. It was only that he thought-just for a moment-'

'Yes, Miss Morley?'

'Well, that she might have played truant on purpose. Oh! Please don't misunderstand me-I'm quite certain that Gladys wouldnever do such a thing. I told Henry so. But the fact of the matter is, that she has got herself engaged to rather an unsuitable young man-Henry was very vexed about it-and it occurred to him that this young manmight have persuaded her to take a day off.'

'Was that likely?'

'No, I'm sure it wasn't. Gladys is a very conscientious girl.'

'But it is the sort of thing the young man might have suggested?'

Miss Morley sniffed.

'Quite likely, I should say.'

'What does he do, this young fellow-what is his name, by the way?'

'Carter, Frank Carter. He is-or was-an insurance clerk, I believe. He lost his job some weeks ago and doesn't seem able to get another. Henry said-and I dare say he was right-that he is a complete rotter. Gladys had actually lent him some of her savings and Henry was very annoyed about it.'

j.a.pp said sharply: 'Did your brother try to persuade her to break her engagement?'

'Yes, he did, I know.'

'Then this Frank Carter would, quite possibly, have a grudge against your brother.'

The Grenadier said robustly: 'Nonsense-that is if you are suggesting that Frank Carter shot Henry. Henry advised the girl against young Carter, certainly; but she didn't take his advice-she is foolishly devoted to Frank.'

'Is there anyone else you can think of who had a grudge against your brother?'

Miss Morley shook her head.

'Did he get on well with his partner, Mr Reilly?'

Miss Morley replied acidly: 'As well as you can ever hope to get on with an Irishman!'

'What do you mean by that, Miss Morley?'

'Well, Irishmen have hot tempers and they thoroughly enjoy a row of any kind. Mr Reilly liked arguing about politics.'

'That was all?'

'That was all. Mr Reilly is unsatisfactory in many ways, but he was very skilled in his profession-or so my brother said.'

j.a.pp persisted: 'How is he unsatisfactory?'

Miss Morley hesitated, then said acidly: 'He drinks too much-but please don't let that go any further.'

'Was there any trouble between him and your brother on that subject?'

'Henry gave him one or two hints. In dentistry,' continued Miss Morley didactically, 'a steady hand is needed, and an alcoholic breath doesnot inspire confidence.'

j.a.pp bowed his head in agreement. Then he said: 'Can you tell us anything of your brother's financial position?'

'Henry was making a good income and he had a certain amount put by. We each had a small private income of our own left to us by our father.'

j.a.pp murmured with a slight cough: 'You don't know, I suppose, if your brother left a will?'

'He did-and I can tell you its contents. He left a hundred pounds to Gladys Nevill, otherwise everything comes to me.'

'I see. Now-'

There was a fierce thump on the door. Alfred's face then appeared round it. His goggling eyes took in each detail of the two visitors as he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed: 'It's Miss Nevill. She's back-and in a rare taking. Shall she come in, she wants to know?'

j.a.pp nodded and Miss Morley said: 'Tell her to come here, Alfred.'

'O.K.,' said Alfred, and disappeared. Miss Morley said with a sigh and in obvious capital letters: 'That Boy is a Sad Trial.'

IV.

Gladys Nevill was a tall, fair, somewhat anaemic girl of about twenty-eight. Though obviously very upset, she at once showed that she was capable and intelligent.

Under the pretext of looking through Mr Morley's papers, j.a.pp got her away from Miss Morley down to the little office next door to the surgery.