Hercule Poirots casebook. Agatha Christie

Hercule Poirots casebook - Agatha Christie


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      “Never heard of a haunted flat” declared Parker decisively.

      “N-o.” Mrs. Robinson appeared far from convinced. “But there were several things about it all that struck me as—well, queer.”

      “For instance—" I suggested.

      “Ah” said Parker, “our criminal expert s attention is aroused! Unburden yourself to him, Mrs. Robinson. Hastings is a great unravel of mysteries.”

      I laughed, embarrassed but not wholly displeased with the role thrust upon me.

      “Oh, not really queer, Captain Hastings, but when we went to the agents, Stosser and Paul—we hadn't tried them before because they only have the expense I have Mayfair flats, but we thought at any rate it would do no harm—everything they offered us was four and I have hundred a year, or else huge premiums, and then, just as we were going, they mentioned that they had a flat at eighty, but that they doubted if it would be any good our going there, because it had been on their books some time and they had sent so many people to see it that it was almost sure to be taken—‘snapped up’ as the clerk put it—only people were so tiresome in not letting them know, and then they went on sending, and people get annoyed at being sent to a place that had, perhaps, been let some time.”

      Mrs. Robinson paused for some much needed breath, and then continued:

      AfcWe thanked him, and said that we quite understood it would probably be no good, but that we should like an order all the same~just in case. And we went there straightaway in a taxi, for, after all, you never know. No. 4 was on the second floor, and just as we were waiting for the lift, Elsie Ferguson—she” a friend of mine, Captain Hastings, and they are looking for a flat too~came hurrying down the stairs. ‘Ahead of you for once, my dear,’ she said. ‘But it’s no good. It’s already let/ That seemed to finish it, but—well, as John said, the place was very cheap, we could afford to gave more, and perhaps if we offered a premium—. A horrid thing to do, of course, and I feel quite ashamed of telling you, but you know what flat-hunting is."

      I assured her that I was well aware that in the struggle for houseroom the baser side of human nature frequently triumphed over the higher, and that the well known rule of dog eat dog always applied.

      “So we went up and, would you believe it, the flat wasn’t let at all. We were shown over it by the maid, and then we saw the mistress, and the thing was settled then and there. Immediate possession and fifty pounds for the furniture. We signed the agreement next day, and we are to move in tomorrow!” Mrs. Robinson paused triumphantly.

      “And what about Mrs. Ferguson?” asked Parker. “Let’s have your deductions, Hastings.”

      “ ‘Obvious, my dear Watson,’ ” I quoted lightly. “She went to the wrong flat.”

      “Oh, Captain Hastings, how clever of you!" cried Mrs. Robinson admiringly.

      I rather wished Poirot had been there. Sometimes I have the feeling that he rather underestimates my capabilities.

      The whole thing was rather amusing, and I propounded the thing as a mock problem to Poirot on the following morning. He seemed interested, and questioned me rather narrowly as to the rents of flats in various localities.

      "A curious story,” he said thoughtfully. “Excuse me,Hastings,I must take a short stroll.”

      When he returned, about an hour later, his eyes were gleaming with a peculiar excitement. He laid his stick on the table, and brushed the nap of his hat with his usual tender care before he spoke.

      ‘It is as well, mon amiy that we have no affairs of moment on hand. We can devote ourselves wholly to the present investigation.”

      “What investigation are you talking about?”

      “The remarkable cheapness of your friend’s, Mrs. Robinson’s, new flaf

      “Poirot, you are not serious!”

      “ am most serious. Figure to yourself, my friend, that the real rent of those flats is £350. I have just ascertained that from the landlord's agents. And yet this particular flat is being sublet at eighty pounds! Why”,

      “There must be something wrong with it. Perhaps it is haunted, as Mrs. Robinson suggested”

      Poirot shook his head in a dissatisfied manner.

      'Then again how curious it is that her friend tells her the flat is

      let, and, when she goes up, behold, it is not so at all!"

      “But surely you agree with me that the other woman must have gone to the wrong flat. That is the only possible solution.”

      “You may or may not be right on that point, Hastings. The fact still remains that numerous other applicants were sent to see it, and yet, in spite of its remarkable cheapness, it was still in the market when Mrs. Robinson arrived.”

      “That shows that there must be something wrong about it.”

      ‘Mrs. Robinson did not seem to notice anything amiss. Very curious, is it not? Did she impress you as being a truthful woman, Hastings?”

      “She was a delightful creature!”

      “Evidemmerit! Since she renders you incapable of replying to my question. Describe her to me, then.”

      “Well, she’s tall and fair; her hair s really a beautiful shade of auburn—”

      “Always you have had a penchant for auburn hair!” murmured Poirot.”But continue”

      “Blue eyes and a very nice complexion and—well, that’s all, I think,” I concluded lamely.

      “And her husband?”

      “Oh, he’s quite a nice fellow—nothing startling.”

      “Dark or fair?”

      “I don’t know_betwixt and between, and just an ordinary sort of face”’

      Poirot nodded.

      “Yes, there are hundreds of these average men—and, anyway, you bring more sympathy and appreciation to your description of women. Do you know anything about these people? Does Parker know them well?”

      ‘They are just recent acquaintances, I believe. But surely, Poirot, you don't think for an instant—”

      Poirot raised his hand.

      “Tout doucementy mon ami. Have I said that I think anything? All I say is—it is a curious story. And there is nothing to throw light upon it; except perhaps the lady’s name, eh, Hastings?”

      “Her name is Stella,” I said stiffly, “but I don’t see—”

      Poirot interrupted me with a tremendous chuckle. Something seemed to be amusing him vastly.

      “And Stella means a star, does it not? Famous!”

      “What on earth—”

      '"And stars gave light! Voila! Calm yourself, Hastings. Do not put on that air of injured dignity. Come, we will go to Montagu Mansions and make a few inquiries.”

      I accompanied him, nothing loath. The Mansions were a handsome block of buildings in excellent repair. A uniformed porter was sunning himself on the threshold, and it was to him that Poirot addressed himself:

      “Pardon, but could you tell me if a Mr. and Mrs. Robinson reside here?”

      The porter was a man of few words and apparently of a sour or suspicious disposition. He hardly looked at us and grunted out:

      “No. 4. Second floor.”

      “I thank you. Can you tell me how long they have been here?” “Six months.”

      I started forward in amazement, conscious as I did so of Poirot s malicious grin.

      “Impossible,” I cried. “You must be making


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