Murder Killing
18. Through Sweden
Poirot returned to his seat while humming a little.
”Unfortunately she's too smart,” she muttered. ”Who?”
”Megan Barnard's. Mademoiselle Megan's. ’Kata-kata,’ cetus. He immediately felt that what I said meant nothing at all. While the others are all fooled.”
”I think it seems reasonable.”
”Betul, reasonable. Just the girl's feelings alone.”
”So your words didn't mean anything?”
”What I say can be summarized in one short sentence. I did it intentionally, though. And no one, except Made ⁇ moiselle Megan, is aware of it.”
”But why?”
”Eh bien to start everything! To inspire everyone with an impression that there is work to be done! To start call it talk!”
”You think all those paths won't give you a clue at all?”
”Oh, the possibility of it is always there.” Poirot laughed.
”In the midst of tragedy we start with comedy. I see, don't you?”
”What do you mean exactly?”
”Human drama, Hastings! Meditate for a moment. There are three types of humans that are brought together because of one ordinary tragedy. Instantly the second drama also began tout a fit a part that is how it became. Remember my first case in England? Well, it was years ago. I brought together two people who loved each other in one simple way, which was to arrest one of them for murder! Besides there is no other way! In the midst of death, we are in life, Hastings... I often see murder as a way to find a soul mate.”
”Gosh, Poirot,” I cried, I think his words are not at all polite. ”I'm sure none of them have any other thoughts except”
”Oh, friend. And what about yourself?”
”I?”
”Mais oui, after they left, didn't you get out the door humming?”
”People can do it without feeling anything.”
”Bulkah, but the song expresses your mind.”
”What is it?”
”Yes. Humming is extremely dangerous, as it reveals one's subconscious mind. I think what you're thinking about was created in a time of war. Comme ca” Poirot sings in a high, false and ugly voice:
”Sometimes I love brunette,
Sometimes I love blondes (who come from Paradise, through Sweden).
”What else can express it more? Mais je crois que la blonde l’emporte sur la brunette but I believe, blonde hair is more attractive compared to brown hair!”
”Jeez, Poirot,” I shouted. My face is flushed. ”C’est tout naturel is natural. Didn't you see
how did Franklin Clarke suddenly and instantly sympathize with Mademoiselle Megan? How to sit leaning forward and looking at him? And do you not see how upset Mademoiselle Hora Grey saw that? And Mr. Donald Fraser, dia”
”Poirot,” tukasku, ”your mind is very sentimental.” ”That was the last thing that controlled my mind. You're the
the real sentimental, Hastings.”
I was just about to argue his words, when suddenly the door opened. It was with wonder that I saw that Hora Grey was the one who entered.
”Sorry, I was forced to come back here,” he said calmly. ”But there's something I think I should tell you, Mr. Poirot.”
”Please, Mademoiselle. Please sit.”
The girl sat down and hesitated for a moment, as if choosing her words.
I admired the girl's courage to be forthright. He does not try to cover up the facts, as many do, but directly addresses the subject with a frankness that deserves respect. My heart is amazed and sympathetic to him.
”Truly well you have come and told us this,”.
”Intelligence is always better,” he said with a faint smile. ”I do not want to take refuge behind the attitude of the knight Mr. Clarke's. He's a guy who's always been a knight.”
There was a radiance of warmth in his words. It was obvious that he admired Franklin Clarke so much.
”You have been so honest, Mademoiselle,” Poirot said.
”I was a bit hit too,” said Hora in a regretful tone. ”I didn't know Lady Clarke hated me so much. Even I always thought that he liked me.” Wry face. ”People must live and learn.”
He's risen.
”That's all I want to say. Excuse me.” I accompanied him down.
”He is very sporty,” I said after returning to the room. ”That girl has courage.”
”And calculation.”
”What do you mean by calculation?”
”I mean, he has the ability to see
forward.”
I looked at Poirot doubtfully. ”She's a very pretty girl,” I said.
”And the clothes are nice. Smooth silk and beautiful silk collar dernier of the latest model!”
”You meticulous person with clothes, Poirot. I never pay attention to people's clothes.”
”You should have joined the group
nudist.”
By the time I was about to throw a fierce rebuttal, Poirot suddenly switched the conversation, saying,
”Do you, Hastings, I can't throw away one impression in our conversation this afternoon, something
that said, and very important. It's strange that I can't express exactly which words...
Just a passing impression in my mind... Reminds me of something I have heard or seen or noticed.”.
”Something in Churston?”
”Not in Churston... Before that. Its alright. It will soon be back in my memory..”.
He looked at me (probably because I seemed to pay less attention to him), laughed, and started humming once again.
”He's an angel, isn't he? And Firdaus, via Sweden.”.
”Poirot!” myrag. ”Damn you!”
There was a very moody atmosphere all over Combeside when we saw him again for the second time. It could be partly due to the humid weather one day in September, with signs of early autumn, and also, this atmosphere is certainly also affected by the state of the partially closed house. All the rooms below are covered and all the windows are. The small room we received smelled damp and the air was not fresh. A deft hospital nurse approached us, straightening his stern sleeves.
”Mr. Poirot?” said succinctly. ”I Sister Capstick. I received Mr.'s letter. Clarke who said that you'd be here.”
Poirot asked about Lady Clarke's health. ”Not so ugly seeing the situation.”
”Looking at his condition,” I think means, seeing his condition that has been sentenced to death.
