Five Little Pigs

I clung to Caroline and said I didn’t want to go away. I wanted to stay with her. She said she knew I did, but it was better for me to go away and would take a lot of worry off her mind. And Miss Williams chipped in and said:

‘The best way you can help your sister, Angela, is to do what she wants you to do without making a fuss about it.’

So I said I would do whatever Caroline wished. And Caroline said: ‘That’s my darling Angela.’ And she hugged me and said there was nothing to worry about, and to talk about it and think about it all as little as possible.

I had to go down and talk to a Police Superintendent. He was very kind, asked me when I had last seen Amyas and a lot of other questions which seemed to me quite pointless at the time, but which, of course, I see the point of now. He satisfied himself that there was nothing that I could tell him which he hadn’t already heard from the others. So he told Miss Williams that he saw no objection to my going over to Ferriby Grange to Lady Tressillian’s.

I went there, and Lady Tressillian was very kind to me. But of course I soon had to know the truth. They arrested Caroline almost at once. I was so horrified and dumb-founded that I became quite ill.

I heard afterwards that Caroline was terribly worried about me. It was at her insistence that I was sent out of England before the trial came on. But that I have told you already.

As you see, what I have to put down is pitiably meagre. Since talking to you I have gone over the little I remember painstakingly, racking my memory for details of this or that person’s expression or reaction. I can remember nothing consistent with guilt. Elsa’s frenzy. Meredith’s grey worried face. Philip’s grief and fury – they all seem natural enough. I suppose, though, someone could have been playing a part?

I only know this,Caroline did not do it.

I am quite certain on this point, and always shall be, but I have no evidence to offer except my own intimate knowledge of her character.

Book III

Chapter 1. Conclusions

Carla Lemarchant looked up. Her eyes were full of fatigue and pain. She pushed back the hair from her forehead in a tired gesture.

She said:

‘It’s so bewildering all this.’ She touched the pile of manuscripts. ‘Because the angle’s different every time! Everybody sees my mother differently. But the facts are the same. Everyone agrees on the facts.’

‘It has discouraged you, reading them?’

‘Yes. Hasn’t it discouraged you?’

‘No, I have found those documents very valuable – very informative.’

Poirot spoke slowly and reflectively.

Carla said:

‘I wish I’d never read them!’

Poirot looked across at her.

‘Ah – so it makes you feel that way?’

Carla said bitterly:

‘They all think she did it – all of them except Aunt Angela and what she thinks doesn’t count. She hasn’t got any reason for it. She’s just one of those loyal people who’ll stick to a thing through thick and thin. She just goes on saying: ‘Caroline couldn’t have done it.’

‘It strikes you like that?’

‘How else should it strike me? I’ve realized, you know, that if my mother didn’t do it, then one of these five people must have done it. I’ve even had theories as to why.’

‘Ah! That is interesting. Tell me.’

‘Oh, they were only theories. Philip Blake, for instance. He’s a stockbroker, he was my father’s best friend – probably my father trusted him. And artists are usually careless about money matters. Perhaps Philip Blake was in a jam and used my father’s money. He may have got my father to sign something. Then the whole thing may have been on the point of coming out – and only my father’s death could have saved him. That’s one of the things I thought of.’

‘Not badly imagined at all. What else?’

‘Well, there’s Elsa. Philip Blake says here she had her head screwed on too well to meddle with poison, but I don’t think that’s true at all. Supposing my mother had gone to her and told her that she wouldn’t divorce my father – that nothing would induce her to divorce him. You may say what you like, but I think Elsa had a bourgeois mind – she wanted to be respectably married. I think that then Elsa would have been perfectly capable of pinching the stuff – she had just as good a chance that afternoon – and might have tried to get my mother out of the way by poisoning her. I think that would be quite like Elsa. And then, possibly, by some awful accident, Amyas got the stuff instead of Caroline.’

‘Again it is not badly imagined. What else?’

Carla said slowly:

‘Well, I thought – perhaps – Meredith!’

‘Ah – Meredith Blake?’