Five Little Pigs

‘To come from motives to means, an empty scent bottle that had contained coniine was found in her bureau drawer. There were no fingerprints upon it but hers. When asked about it by the police, she admitted taking it from this room we are in now. The coniine bottle here also had her fingerprints upon it. I questioned Mr Meredith Blake as to the order in which the five people left this room on that day – for it seemed to me hardly conceivable that any one should be able to help themselves to the poison whilst five people were in the room. The people left the room in this order – Elsa Greer, Meredith Blake, Angela Warren and Philip Blake, Amyas Crale, and lastly Caroline Crale. Moreover, Mr Meredith Blake has his back to the room whilst he was waiting for Mrs Crale to come out, so that it was impossible for him to see what she was doing. She had, that is to say, the opportunity. I am therefore satisfied that she did take the coniine. There is indirect confirmation of it. Mr Meredith Blake said to me the other day: ‘I can remember standing here and smelling the jasmine through the open window.’ But the month was September, and the jasmine creeper outside that window would have finished flowering. It is the ordinary jasmine which blooms in June and July. But the scent bottle found in her room and which contained the dregs of coniine had originally contained jasmine scent. I take it as certain, then, that Mrs Crale decided to steal the coniine, and surreptitiously emptied out the scent from a bottle she had in her bag.

‘I tested that a second time the other day when I asked Mr Blake to shut his eyes and try and remember the order of leaving the room. A whiff of jasmine scent stimulated his memory immediately. We are all more influenced by smell than we know.

‘So we come to the morning of the fatal day. So far the facts are not in dispute. Miss Greer’s sudden revealing of the fact that she and Mr Crale contemplate marriage, Amyas Crale’s confirmation of that, and Caroline Crale’s deep distress. None of these things depend on the evidence of one witness only.

‘On the following morning there is a scene between husband and wife in the library. The first thing that is overheard is Caroline Crale saying: ‘You and your women!’ in a bitter voice, and finally going on to say, ‘Some day I’ll kill you.’ Philip Blake overheard this from the hall. And Miss Greer overheard it from the terrace outside.

‘She then heard Mr Crale ask his wife to be reasonable. And she heard Mrs Crale say: ‘Sooner than let you go to that girl – I’ll kill you.’ Soon after this Amyas Crale comes out and brusquely tells Elsa Greer to come down and pose for him. She gets a pullover and accompanies him.

‘There is nothing so far that seems psychologically incorrect. Every one has behaved as they might be expected to behave. But we come now to something that is incongruous.

‘Meredith Blake discovers his loss, telephones his brother; they meet down at the landing stage and they come up past the Battery garden, where Caroline Crale is having a discussion with her husband on the subject of Angela’s going to school. Now that does strike me as very odd. Husband and wife have a terrific scene, ending in a distinct threat on Caroline’s part, and yet, twenty minutes or so later, she goes down and starts a trivial domestic argument.’

Poirot turned to Meredith Blake.

‘You speak in your narrative of certain words you overheard Crale say. These were: “It’s all settled – I’ll see to her packing.” That is right?’

Meredith Blake said: ‘It was something like that – yes.’

Poirot turned to Philip Blake.

‘Is your recollection the same?’

The latter frowned.

‘I didn’t remember it till you say so – but I do remember now. Something was said about packing!’

‘Said by Mr Crale – not Mrs Crale?’

‘Amyas said it. All I heard Caroline say was something about its being very hard on the girl. Anyway, what does all this matter? We all know Angela was off to school in a day or two.’

Poirot said: ‘You do not see the force of my objection. Why should Amyas Crale pack for the girl? It is absurd, that! There was Mrs Crale, there was Miss Williams, there was a housemaid. It is a woman’s job to pack – not a man’s.’

Philip Blake said impatiently:

‘What does it matter? It’s nothing to do with the crime.’

‘You think not? For me, it was the first point that struck me as suggestive. And it is immediately followed by another. Mrs Crale, a desperate woman, broken-hearted, who has threatened her husband a short while before and who is certainly contemplating either suicide or murder, now offers in the most amicable manner to bring her husband down some iced beer.’

Meredith Blake said slowly: ‘That isn’t odd if she was contemplating murder. Then, surely, it is just what she would do. Dissimulate!’