Elephants Can Remember

And I'd like to see the boy she's going to marry, too." "Quite right," said Poirot. "Excellent." "And I suppose," said Mrs. Oliver, "there might be people-" She broke off, frowning.

"I don't suppose people will be very much good," said Hercule Poirot. "This is an affair of the past. A cause celebre, perhaps at the time. But what is a cause celebre when you come to think of it? Unless it comes to an astonishing denouement, which this one didn't. Nobody remembers it." "No," said Mrs. Oliver, "that is quite true. There was a lot about it in the papers and mentions of it for some time, and then it just-faded out. Well, like things do now. Like that girl, the other day. You know, who left her home and they couldn't find her anywhere. Well, I mean, that was five or six years ago and then suddenly a little boy, playing about in a sand heap or a gravel pit or something, suddenly came across her dead body. Five or six years later." "That is true," said Poirot. "And it is true that knowing from the body how long it is since death and what happened on the particular day and going back over various events of which there is a written record, one may in the end turn up a murderer. But it will be more difficult in your problem since it seems the answer must be one of two things: that the husband disliked his wife and wanted to get rid of her, or that the wife hated her husband or else had a lover. Therefore, it might have been a passionate crime or something quite different. Anyway, there would be nothing, as it were, to find out about it. If the police could not find out at the time, then the motive must have been a difficult one, not easy to see.

Therefore it has remained a nine days' wonder, that is all." T suppose I can go to the daughter. Perhaps that is what t 25 that odious woman was getting me to do-wanted me to do.

She thought the daughter knew-well, the daughter might have known," said Mrs. Oliver. "Children do, you know. They know the most extraordinary things." "Have you any idea how old this goddaughter of yours would have been at the time?" "Well, I have if I reckon it up, but I can't say offhand. I think she might have been nine or ten, but perhaps older, I don't know. I think that she was away at school at the time.

But that may be just my fancy, remembering back what I read." "But you think Mrs. Burton-Cox's wish was to make you get information from the daughter? Perhaps the daughter knows something, perhaps she said something to the son, and the son said something to his mother. I expect Mrs. BurtonCox tried to question the girl herself and got rebuffed, but thought the famous Mrs. Oliver, being both a godmother and also full of criminal knowledge, might obtain information.

Though why it should matter to her, I still don't see," said Poirot. "And it does not seem to me that what you call vaguely 'people' can help after all this time," He added, "Would anybody remember?" "Well, that's where I think they might," said Mrs. Oliver.

"You surprise me," said Poirot, looking at her with a somewhat puzzled face. "Do people remember?" "Well," said Mrs. Oliver. "I was really thinking of elephants." "Elephants?" As he had thought often before, Poirot thought that really Mrs. Oliver was the most unaccountable woman. Why suddenly elephants?

"I was thinking of elephants at the lunch yesterday," said Mrs. Oliver.

"Why were you thinking of elephants?" said Poirot with some curiosity.

"Well, I was really thinking of teeth. You know, things one tries to eat, and if you've got some sort of false teeth-well, you can't do it very well. You know, you've got to know what you can eat and what you can't." "Ah!" said Poirot with a deep sigh. "Yes, yes. The dentists, they can do much for you, but not everything." "Quite so. And then I thought of-you know-our teeth being only bone and so not awfully good, and how nice it would be to be a dog, who has really ivory teeth. And then I thought of anyone else who has ivory teeth, and I thought about walruses and-oh, other things like that. And I thought about elephants. Of course when you think of ivory, you do think of elephants, don't you? Great big elephant tusks." "That is very true," said Poirot, still not seeing the point of what Mrs. Oliver was saying.

"So I thought that what we've really got to do is to get at the people who are like elephants. Because elephants, so they say, don't forget." "I have heard the phrase, yes," said Poirot.

"Elephants don't forget," said Mrs. Oliver. "You know, a story children get brought up on? How someone, an Indian tailor, stuck a needle or something in an elephant's tusk. No.

Not a tusk, his trunk, of course, an elephant's trunk. And the next time the elephant came past he had a great mouthful of water and he splashed it out all over the tailor, though he hadn't seen him for several years. He hadn't forgotten. He remembered. That's the point, you see. Elephants remember.