Poirot Investigates - Agatha ...

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//-->HP03 - Poirot Investigates [SS]Agatha ChristieContentsThe Adventure of the 'Western Star'The Tragedy at Marsdon ManorThe Adventure of the Cheap FlatThe Mystery of Hunter's LodgeThe Million Dollar Bond RobberyThe Adventure of the Egyptian TombThe Jewel Robbery at the Grand MetropolitanThe Kidnapped Prime MinisterThe Disappearance of Mr DavenheimThe Adventure of the Italian NoblemanThe Case of the Missing WillThe Adventure of the 'Western Star'I was standing at the window of Poirot's rooms looking out idly on the street below.'That's queer,' I ejaculated suddenly beneath my breath.'What is, mon ami ?' asked Poirot placidly, from the depths of his comfortable chair.'Deduce, Poirot, from the following facts! Here is a young lady, richly dressed - fashionable hat,magnificent furs. She is coming along slowly, looking up at the houses as she goes. Unknown to her,she is being shadowed by three men and a middle-aged woman. They have just been joined by an errandboy who points after the girl, gesticulating as he does so. What drama is this being played? Is the girl acrook, and are the shadowers detectives preparing to arrest her? Or are they the scoundrels, and are theyplotting to attack an innocent victim? What does the great detective say?''The great detective, mon ami , chooses, as ever, the simplest course. He rises to see for himself.' Andmy friend joined me at the window.In a minute he gave vent to an amused chuckle.'As usual, your facts are tinged with your incurable romanticism. That is Miss Mary Marvell, the filmstar. She is being followed by a bevy of admirers who have recognized her. And, en passant , my dearHastings, she is quite aware of the fact!'I laughed.'So all is explained! But you get no marks for that, Poirot. It was a mere matter of recognition.'' En vérité! And how many times have you seen Mary Marvell on the screen, mon cher ?'I thought.'About a dozen times perhaps.''And I - once! Yet I recognize her, and you do not.''She looks so different,' I replied rather feebly.'Ah! Sacré! ' cried Poirot. 'Is it that you expect her to promenade herself in the streets of London in acowboy hat, or with bare feet, and a bunch of curls, as an Irish colleen? Always with you it is the non-essentials! Remember the case of the dancer. Valerie Saintclair.'I shrugged my shoulders, slightly annoyed.'But console yourself, mon ami ,' said Poirot, calming down. 'All cannot be as Hercule Poirot! I know itwell.''You really have the best opinion of yourself of anyone I ever knew!' I cried, divided betweenamusement and annoyance.'What will you? When one is unique, one knows it! And others share that opinion - even, if I mistakenot, Miss Mary Marvell.''What?''Without doubt. She is coming here.''How do you make that out?''Very simply. This street, it is not aristocratic,mon ami! In it there is no fashionable doctor, nofashionable dentist - still less is there a fashionable milliner! But there is a fashionable detective. Oui ,my friend, it is true - I am become the mode, the dernier cri! One says to another: ' Comment? You havelost your gold pencil-case? You must go to the little Belgian. He is too marvellous! Everyone goes!Courez! ' And they arrive! In flocks, mon ami ! With problems of the most foolish!' A bell rang below.'What did I tell you? That is Miss Marvell.'As usual, Poirot was right. After a short interval, the American film star was ushered in, and we rose toour feet.Mary Marvell was undoubtedly one of the most popular actresses on the screen. She had only latelyarrived in England in company with her husband, Gregory B. Rolf, also a film actor. Their marriage hadtaken place about a year ago in the States and this was their first visit to England. They had been given agreat reception. Everyone was prepared to go mad over Mary Marvell, her wonderful clothes, her furs,her jewels, above all one jewel, the great diamond which had been nicknamed, to match its owner, 'TheWestern Star.' Much, true and untrue, had been written about this famous stone which was reported to beinsured for the enormous sum of fifty thousand pounds.All these details passed rapidly through my mind as I joined with Poirot in greeting our fair client.Miss Marvell was small and slender, very fair and girlish-looking, with the wide innocent blue eyes of achild.Poirot drew forward a chair for her, and she commenced talking at once.'You will probably think me very foolish, Monsieur Poirot, but Lord Cronshaw was telling me last nighthow wonderfully you cleared up the mystery of his nephew's death, and I felt that I just must have youradvice. I dare say it's only a silly hoax - Gregory says so - but it's just worrying me to death.'She paused for breath. Poirot beamed encouragement.'Proceed, madame. You comprehend, I am still in the dark.''It's these letters.' Miss Marvell unclasped her handbag, and drew out three envelopes which she handedto Poirot.The latter scrutinized them closely.'Cheap paper - the name and address carefully printed. Let us see the inside.' He drew out the enclosure.I had joined him, and was leaning over his shoulder. The writing consisted of a single sentence,carefully printed like the envelope. It ran as follows:'The great diamond which is the left eye of the god must return whence it came.'The second letter was couched in precisely the same terms, but the third was more explicit:'You have been warned. You have not obeyed. Now the diamond will be taken from you. At the full of themoon, the two diamonds which are the left and right eye of the god shall return. So it is written.''The first letter I treated as a joke,' explained Miss Marvell. 'When I got the second, I began to wonder.The third one came yesterday, and it seemed to me that, after all, the matter might be more serious thanI had imagined.''I see they did not come by post, these letters.''No; they were left by hand - by a Chinaman . That is what frightens me.''Why?''Because it was from a Chink in San Francisco that Gregory bought the stone three years ago.''I see, madame, that you believe the diamond referred to to be - ''"The Western Star,"' finished Miss Marvell. 'That's so. At the time, Gregory remembers that there wassome story attached to the stone, but the Chink wasn't handing out any information. Gregory says heseemed just scared to death, and in a mortal hurry to get rid of the thing. He only asked about a tenth ofits value. It was Greg's wedding present to me.'Poirot nodded thoughtfully.'The story seems of an almost unbelievable romanticism. And yet - who knows? I pray of you, Hastings,hand me my little almanac.'I complied.' Voyons! ' said Poirot, turning the leaves. 'When is the date of the full moon? Ah, Friday next. That is inthree days' time. Eh bien , madame, you seek my advice - I give it to you. This belle histoire may be ahoax - but it may not! Therefore I counsel you to place the diamond in my keeping until after Fridaynext. Then we can take what steps we please.'A slight cloud passed over the actress's face, and she replied constrainedly:'I'm afraid that's impossible.''You have it with you - hein? ' Poirot was watching her narrowly.The girl hesitated a moment, then slipped her hand into the bosom of her gown, drawing out a long thinchain. She leaned forward, unclosing her hand. In the palm, a stone of white fire, exquisitely set inplatinum, lay and winked at us solemnly.Poirot drew in his breath with a long hiss.' Épatant! ' he murmured. 'You permit, madame?' He took the jewel in his own hand and scrutinized itkeenly, then restored it to her with a little bow. 'A magnificent stone - without a flaw. Ah,centtonnerres! and you carry it about with you, comme ça !''No, no, I'm very careful really, Monsieur Poirot. As a rule it's locked up in my jewel-case, and left inthe hotel safe deposit. We're staying at the Magnificent , you know. I just brought it along today for youto see.''And you will leave it with me, n'est-ce pas? You will be advised by Papa Poirot?''Well, you see, it's this way, Monsieur Poirot. On Friday we're going down to Yardly Chase to spend afew days with Lord and Lady Yardly.'Her words awoke a vague echo of remembrance in my mind. Some gossip - what was it now? A fewyears ago Lord and Lady Yardly had paid a visit to the States, rumour had it that his lordship had rathergone the pace out there with the assistance of some lady friends - but surely there was something more,more gossip which coupled Lady Yardly's name with that of a 'movie' star in California - why! it cameto me in a flash - of course it was none other than Gregory B. Rolf.'I'll let you into a little secret, Monsieur Poirot,' Miss Marvell was continuing. 'We've got a deal on withLord Yardly. There's some chance of our arranging to film a play down there in his ancestral pile.''At Yardly Chase?' I cried, interested. 'Why, it's one of the show places of England.' [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]