Hercule Poirot's Christmas / Рождество Эркюля Пуаро. Книга для чтения на английском языке

Poirot said: ‘Did your father mention his late wife, your mother?’

The red blood ran in waves up David’s temples. His hands clenched themselves on the table in front of him, trembling slightly.

He said in a low choked voice: ‘Yes, he did. He insulted her.’

Colonel Johnson said: ‘What did he say?’

David said abruptly: ‘I don’t remember. Just some slighting reference.’

Poirot said softly: ‘Your mother has been dead some years?’

David said shortly: ‘She died when I was a boy.’

‘She was not – perhaps – very happy in her life here?’

David gave a scornful laugh: ‘Who could be happy with a man like my father? My mother was a saint. She died a broken-hearted woman.’

Poirot went on: ‘Your father was, perhaps, distressed by her death?’

David said abruptly:

‘I don’t know. I left home.’

He paused and then said: ‘Perhaps you may not be aware of the fact that when I came on this visit I had not seen my father for nearly twenty years. So you see I can’t tell you very much about his habits or his enemies or what went on here.’

Colonel Johnson asked: ‘Did you know that your father kept a lot of valuable diamonds in the safe in his bedroom?’

David said indifferently: ‘Did he? Seems a foolish sort of thing to do.’

Johnson said: ‘Will you describe briefly your own movements last night?’

‘Mine? Oh, I went away from the dinner-table fairly quickly. It bores me, this sitting round over port. Besides, I could see that Alfred and Harry were working up for a quarrel[220]. I hate rows[221]. I slipped away and went to the music-room and played the piano.’

Poirot asked: ‘The music-room, it is next to the drawing-room, is it not?’

‘Yes. I played there for some time – till – till the thing happened.’

‘What did you hear exactly?’

‘Oh! A far-off noise of furniture being overturned somewhere upstairs. And then a pretty ghastly cry.’ He clenched his hands again. ‘Like a soul in hell. God, it was awful!’

Johnson said: ‘Were you alone in the music-room?’

‘Eh? No, my wife, Hilda, was there. She’d come in from the drawing-room. We – we went up with the others.’ He added quickly and nervously: ‘You don’t want me, do you, to describe what – what I saw there?’

Colonel Johnson said: ‘No, quite unnecessary. Thank you, Mr Lee, there’s nothing more. You can’t imagine, I suppose[222], who would be likely to want to murder your father?’

David Lee said recklessly: ‘I should think – quite a lot of people! I don’t know of anyone definite.’

He went out rapidly, shutting the door loudly behind him.

XIII

Colonel Johnson had had no time to do more than clear his throat when the door opened again and Hilda Lee came in.

Hercule Poirot looked at her with interest. He had to admit to himself that the wives these Lees had married were an interesting study. The swift intelligence and greyhound grace of Lydia, the meretricious airs and graces of Magdalene, and now, the solid comfortable strength of Hilda. She was, he saw, younger than her rather dowdy style of hairdressing and unfashionable clothes made her appear. Her mouse-brown hair was unflecked with grey and her steady hazel eyes set in the rather podgy face shone out like beacons of kindliness. She was, he thought, a nice woman.

Colonel Johnson was talking in his kindliest tone. ‘…A great strain on all of you,’ he was saying. ‘I gather from your husband, Mrs Lee, that this is the first time you have been to Gorston Hall?’

She bowed her head.

‘Were you previously acquainted with your father-in-law, Mr Lee?’

Hilda replied in her pleasant voice: ‘No. We were married soon after David left home. He always wanted to have nothing to do with his family[223]. Until now we have not seen any of them.’

‘How, then, did this visit come about?’

‘My father-in-law wrote to David. He stressed his age and his desire that all his children should be with him this Christmas.’

‘And your husband responded to this appeal?’

Hilda said: ‘His acceptance was, I am afraid, all my doing – I misunderstood the situation.’

Poirot interposed. He said: ‘Will you be so kind as to explain yourself a little more clearly, madame? I think what you can tell us may be of value.’

She turned to him immediately. She said: ‘At that time I had never seen my father-in-law. I had no idea what his real motive was. I assumed that he was old and lonely and that he really wanted to be reconciled to all his children.’

‘And what was his real motive, in your opinion, madame?’

Hilda hesitated a moment. Then she said slowly: ‘I have no doubt – no doubt at all – that what my father-in-law really wanted was not to promote peace but to stir up strife[224].’

‘In what way?’

Hilda said in a low voice: ‘It amused him to – to appeal to the worst instincts in human nature.

There was – how can I put it? – a kind of diabolical impishness about him. He wished to set every member of the family at loggerheads with one another[225].’

Johnson said sharply: ‘And did he succeed?’

‘Oh, yes,’ said Hilda Lee. ‘He succeeded.’