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  “You like watching the people too, I think?”

  “Madame, I will confess it. I do.”

  She said thoughtfully: “You see—a good deal.”

  IV

  There was a pause. Stephen Lane cleared his throat and said with a trace of self-consciousness.

  “I was interested, M. Poirot, in something you said just now. You said that there was evil done everywhere under the sun. It was almost a quotation from Ecclesiastes.” He paused and then quoted himself: “Yea, also the heart of the sons of men is full of evil, and madness is in their heart while they live.” His face lit up with an almost fanatical light. “I was glad to hear you say that. Nowadays, no one believes in evil. It is considered, at most, a mere negation of good. Evil, people say, is done by those who know no better—who are undeveloped—who are to be pitied rather than blamed. But M. Poirot, evil is real! It is a fact! I believe in Evil like I believe in Good. It exists! It is powerful! It walks the earth!”

  He stopped. His breath was coming fast. He wiped his forehead with his handkerchief and looked suddenly apologetic.

  “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

  Poirot said calmly:

  “I understand your meaning. Up to a point I agree with you. Evil does walk the earth and can be recognized as such.”

  Major Barry cleared his throat.

  “Talking of that sort of thing, some of these fakir fellers in India—”

  Major Barry had been long enough at the Jolly Roger for everyone to be on their guard against his fatal tendency to embark on long Indian stories. Both Miss Brewster and Mrs. Redfern burst into speech.

  “That’s your husband swimming in now, isn’t it, Mrs. Redfern? How magnificent his crawl stroke is. He’s an awfully good swimmer.”

  At the same moment Mrs. Redfern said:

  “Oh look! What a lovely little boat that is out there with the red sails. It’s Mr. Blatt’s, isn’t it?”

  The sailing boat with the red sails was just crossing the end of the bay.

  Major Barry grunted:

  “Fanciful idea, red sails,” but the menace of the story about the fakir was avoided.

  Hercule Poirot looked with appreciation at the young man who had just swum to shore. Patrick Redfern was a good specimen of humanity. Lean, bronzed with broad shoulders and narrow thighs, there was about him a kind of infectious enjoyment and gaiety—a native simplicity that endeared him to all women and most men.

  He stood there shaking the water from him and raising a hand in gay salutation to his wife.

  She waved back calling out:

  “Come up here, Pat.”

  “I’m coming.”

  He went a little way along the beach to retrieve the towel he had left there.

  It was then that a woman came down past them from the hotel to the beach.

  Her arrival had all the importance of a stage entrance.

  Moreover, she walked as though she knew it. There was no self-consciousness apparent. It would seem that she was too used to the invariable effect her presence produced.

  She was tall and slender. She wore a simple backless white bathing dress and every inch of her exposed body was tanned a beautiful even shade of bronze. She was as perfect as a statue. Her hair was a rich flaming auburn curling richly and intimately into her neck. Her face had that slight hardness which is seen when thirty years have come and gone, but the whole effect of her was one of youth—of superb and triumphant vitality. There was a Chinese immobility about her face, and an upward slant of the dark blue eyes. On her head she wore a fantastic Chinese hat of jade green cardboard.

  There was that about her which made every other woman on the beach seem faded and insignificant. And with equal inevitability, the eye of every male present was drawn and riveted on her.

  The eyes of Hercule Poirot opened, his moustache quivered appreciatively, Major Barry sat up and his protuberant eyes bulged even farther with excitement; on Poirot’s left the Reverend Stephen Lane drew in his breath with a little hiss and his figure stiffened.

  Major Barry said in a hoarse whisper:

  “Arlena Stuart (that’s who she was before she married Marshall)—I saw her in Come and Go before she left the stage. Something worth looking at, eh?”

  Christine Redfern said slowly and her voice was cold: “She’s handsome—yes. I think—she looks rather a beast!”

  Emily Brewster said abruptly:

  “You talked about evil just now, M. Poirot. Now to my mind that woman’s a personification of evil! She’s a bad lot through and through. I happen to know a good deal about her.”

  Major Barry said reminiscently:

  “I remember a gal out in Simla. She had red hair too. Wife of a subaltern. Did she set the place by the ears? I’ll say she did! Men went mad about her! All the women, of course, would have liked to gouge her eyes out! She upset the apple cart in more homes than one.”

  He chuckled reminiscently.

  “Husband was a nice quiet fellow. Worshipped the ground she walked on. Never saw a thing—or made out he didn’t.”

  Stephen Lane said in a low voice full of intense feeling:

  “Such women are a menace—a menace to—”

  He stopped.

  Arlena Stuart had come to the water’s edge. Two young men, little more than boys, had sprung up and come eagerly towards her. She stood smiling at them.

  Her eyes slid past them to where Patrick Redfern was coming along the beach.

  It was, Hercule Poirot thought, like watching the needle of a compass. Patrick Redfern was deflected, his feet changed their direction. The needle, do what it will, must obey the law of magnetism and turn to the north. Patrick Redfern’s feet brought him to Arlena Stuart.

  She stood smiling at him. Then she moved slowly along the beach by the side of the waves. Patrick Redfern went with her. She stretched herself out by a rock. Redfern dropped to the shingle beside her.

  Abruptly, Christine Redfern got up and went into the hotel.

  V

  There was an uncomfortable little silence after she had left.

  Then Emily Brewster said:

  “It’s rather too bad. She’s a nice little thing. They’ve only been married a year or two.”

  “Gal I was speaking of,” said Major Barry, “the one in Simla. She upset a couple of really happy marriages. Seemed a pity, what?”

  “There’s a type of woman,” said Miss Brewster, “who likes smashing up homes.” She added after a minute or two, “Patrick Redfern’s a fool!”

  Hercule Poirot said nothing. He was gazing down the beach, but he was not looking at Patrick Redfern and Arlena Stuart.

  Miss Brewster said:

  “Well, I’d better go and get hold of my boat.”

  She left them.

  Major Barry turned his boiled gooseberry eyes with mild curiosity on Poirot.

  “Well, Poirot,” he said. “What are you thinking about? You’ve not opened your mouth. What do you think of the siren? Pretty hot?”

  Poirot said:

  “C’est possible.”

  “Now then, you old dog. I know you Frenchmen!”

  Poirot said coldly:

  “I am not a Frenchman!”

  “Well, don’t tell me you haven’t got an eye for a pretty girl! What do you think of her, eh?”

  Hercule Poirot said:

  “She is not young.”

  “What does that matter? A woman’s as old as she looks! Her looks are all right.”

  Hercule Poirot nodded. He said:

  “Yes, she is beautiful. But it is not beauty that counts in the end. It is not beauty that makes every head (except one) turn on the beach to look at her.”

  “It’s IT, my boy,” said the Major. “That’s what it is—IT.”

  Then he said with sudden curiosity.

  “What are you looking at so steadily?”

  Hercule Poirot replied: “I am looking at the exception. At the one man who did not look up when she passed.”
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  Major Barry followed his gaze to where it rested on a man of about forty, fair-haired and suntanned. He had a quiet pleasant face and was sitting on the beach smoking a pipe and reading The Times.

  “Oh, that!” said Major Barry. “That’s the husband, my boy. That’s Marshall.”

  Hercule Poirot said:

  “Yes, I know.”

  Major Barry chuckled. He himself was a bachelor. He was accustomed to think of The Husband in three lights only—as “the Obstacle,” “the Inconvenience” or “the Safeguard.”

  He said:

  “Seems a nice fellow. Quiet. Wonder if my Times has come?”

  He got up and went up towards the hotel.

  Poirot’s glance shifted slowly to the face of Stephen Lane.

  Stephen Lane was watching Arlena Marshall and Patrick Redfern. He turned suddenly to Poirot. There was a stern fanatical light in his eyes.

  He said:

  “That woman is evil through and through. Do you doubt it?”

  Poirot said slowly:

  “It is difficult to be sure.”

  Stephen Lane said:

  “But, man alive, don’t you feel it in the air? All round you? The presence of Evil.”

  Slowly, Hercule Poirot nodded his head.

  Two

  When Rosamund Darnley came and sat down by him, Hercule Poirot made no attempt to disguise his pleasure.

  As he has since admitted, he admired Rosamund Darnley as much as any woman he had ever met. He liked her distinction, the graceful lines of her figure, the alert proud carriage of her head. He liked the neat sleek waves of her dark hair and the ironic quality of her smile.

  She was wearing a dress of some navy blue material with touches of white. It looked very simple owing to the expensive severity of its line. Rosamund Darnley as Rose Mond Ltd was one of London’s best-known dressmakers.

  She said:

  “I don’t think I like this place. I’m wondering why I came here!”

  “You have been here before, have you not?”

  “Yes, two years ago, at Easter. There weren’t so many people then.”

  Hercule Poirot looked at her. He said gently:

  “Something has occurred to worry you. That is right, is it not?”

  She nodded. Her foot swung to and fro. She stared down at it. She said:

  “I’ve met a ghost. That’s what it is.”

  “A ghost, Mademoiselle?”

  “Yes.”

  “The ghost of what? Or of whom?”

  “Oh, the ghost of myself.”

  Poirot asked gently:

  “Was it a painful ghost?”

  “Unexpectedly painful. It took me back, you know….”

  She paused, musing. Then she said.

  “Imagine my childhood. No, you can’t! You’re not English!”

  Poirot asked:

  “Was it a very English childhood?”

  “Oh, incredibly so! The country—a big shabby house—horses, dogs—walks in the rain—wood fires—apples in the orchard—lack of money—old tweeds—evening dresses that went on from year to year—a neglected garden—with Michaelmas daisies coming out like great banners in the autumn….”

  Poirot asked gently:

  “And you want to go back?”

  Rosamund Darnley shook her head. She said:

  “One can’t go back, can one? That—never. But I’d like to have gone on—a different way.”

  Poirot said:

  “I wonder.”

  Rosamund Darnley laughed.

  “So do I, really!”

  Poirot said:

  “When I was young (and that, Mademoiselle, is indeed a long time ago) there was a game entitled, ‘If not yourself, who would you be?’ One wrote the answer in young ladies’ albums. They had gold edges and were bound in blue leather. The answer? Mademoiselle, is not really very easy to find.”

  Rosamund said:

  “No—I suppose not. It would be a big risk. One wouldn’t like to take on being Mussolini or Princess Elizabeth. As for one’s friends, one knows too much about them. I remember once meeting a charming husband and wife. They were so courteous and delightful to one another and seemed on such good terms after years of marriage that I envied the woman. I’d have changed places with her willingly. Somebody told me afterwards that in private they’d never spoken to each other for eleven years!”

  She laughed.

  “That shows, doesn’t it, that you never know?”

  After a moment or two Poirot said:

  “Many people, Mademoiselle, must envy you.”

  Rosamund Darnley said coolly:

  “Oh, yes. Naturally.”

  She thought about it, her lips curved upward in their ironic smile.

  “Yes, I’m really the perfect type of the successful woman! I enjoy the artistic satisfaction of the successful creative artist (I really do like designing clothes) and the financial satisfaction of the successful business woman. I’m very well off, I’ve a good figure, a passable face, and a not too malicious tongue.”

  She paused. Her smiled widened.

  “Of course—I haven’t got a husband! I’ve failed there, haven’t I, M. Poirot?”

  Poirot said gallantly:

  “Mademoiselle, if you are not married, it is because none of my sex have been sufficiently eloquent. It is from choice, not necessity, that you remain single.”

  Rosamund Darnley said:

  “And yet, like all men, I’m sure you believe in your heart that no woman is content unless she is married and has children.”

  Poirot shrugged his shoulders.

  “To marry and have children, that is the common lot of women. Only one woman in a hundred—more, in a thousand, can make for herself a name and a position as you have done.”

  Rosamund grinned at him.

  “And yet, all the same, I’m nothing but a wretched old maid! That’s what I feel today, at any rate. I’d be happier with twopence a year and a big silent brute of a husband and a brood of brats running after me. That’s true, isn’t it?”

  Poirot shrugged his shoulders.

  “Since you say so, then, yes, Mademoiselle.”

  Rosamund laughed, her equilibrium suddenly restored. She took out a cigarette and lit it.

  She said:

  “You certainly know how to deal with women, M. Poirot. I now feel like taking the opposite point of view and arguing with you in favour of careers for women. Of course I’m damned well-off as I am—and I know it!”

  “Then everything in the garden—or shall we say at the seaside? is lovely, Mademoiselle.”

  “Quite right.”

  Poirot, in his turn, extracted his cigarette case and lit one of those tiny cigarettes which it was his affection to smoke.

  Regarding the ascending haze with a quizzical eye, he murmured:

  “So Mr.—no, Captain Marshall is an old friend of yours, Mademoiselle?”

  Rosamund sat up. She said:

  “Now how do you know that? Oh, I suppose Ken told you.”

  Poirot shook his head.

  “Nobody has told me anything. After all, Mademoiselle, I am a detective. It was the obvious conclusion to draw.”

  Rosamund Darnley said: “I don’t see it.”

  “But consider!” The little man’s hands were eloquent. “You have been here a week. You are lively, gay, without a care. Today, suddenly, you speak of ghosts, of old times. What has happened? For several days there have been no new arrivals until last night when Captain Marshall and his wife and daughter arrive. Today the change! It is obvious!”

  Rosamund Darnley said:

  “Well, it’s true enough. Kenneth Marshall and I were more or less children together. The Marshalls lived next door to us. Ken was always nice to me—although condescending, of course, since he was four years older. I’ve not seen anything of him for a long time. It must be—fifteen years at least.”

  Poirot said thoughtfully:

  “A long time.”

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bsp; Rosamund nodded.

  There was a pause and then Hercule Poirot said:

  “He is sympathetic, yes?”

  Rosamund said warmly:

  “Ken’s a dear. One of the best. Frightfully quiet and reserved. I’d say his only fault is a penchant for making unfortunate marriages.”

  Poirot said in a tone of great understanding: “Ah—”

  Rosamund Darnley went on.

  “Kenneth’s a fool—an utter fool where women are concerned! Do you remember the Martingdale case?”

  Poirot frowned.

  “Martingdale? Martingdale? Arsenic, was it not?”

  “Yes. Seventeen or eighteen years ago. The woman was tried for the murder of her husband.”

  “And he was proved to have been an arsenic eater and she was acquitted?”

  “That’s right. Well, after her acquittal, Ken married her. That’s the sort of damn silly thing he does.”

  Hercule Poirot murmured:

  “But if she was innocent?”

  Rosamund Darnley said impatiently:

  “Oh, I dare say she was innocent. Nobody really knows! But there are plenty of women to marry in the world without going out of your way to marry one who’s stood her trial for murder.”

  Poirot said nothing. Perhaps he knew that if he kept silence Rosamund Darnley would go on. She did so.

  “He was very young, of course, only just twenty-one. He was crazy about her. She died when Linda was born—a year after their marriage. I believe Ken was terribly cut up by her death. Afterwards he racketed around a lot—trying to forget, I suppose.”

  She paused.

  “And then came this business of Arlena Stuart. She was in Revue at the time. There was the Codrington divorce case. Lady Codrington divorced Codrington, citing Arlena Stuart. They say Lord Codrington was absolutely infatuated with her. It was understood they were to be married as soon as the decree was made absolute. Actually, when it came to it, he didn’t marry her. Turned her down flat. I believe she actually sued him for breach of promise. Anyway, the thing made a big stir at the time. The next thing that happens is that Ken goes and marries her. The fool—the complete fool!”

  Hercule Poirot murmured:

  “A man might be excused such a folly—she is beautiful, Mademoiselle.”

  “Yes, there’s no doubt of that. There was another scandal about three years ago. Old Sir Roger Erskine left her every penny of his money. I should have thought that would have opened Ken’s eyes if anything would.”

 

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