Murder Killing
29. The Scotland Yard I
”Betul, Sir.”
”Maybe there's a hint there. At that time it was not yet seen but the possibility of the modus operandi idea of the next crime was on that person. We have Hill's name and address, don't we? His description of the man is hazy, but is quite similar to the depiction of Mary Stroud and Tom Hartigan.”.
He nodded while thinking.
”We are starting to warm up,” Inspector Crome said a bit less precisely because he himself is always a bit cold, his attitude and behavior.
”There are instructions, Sir?”
”Place two officers to watch over the address in Camden Town, but I don't want to scare our birds. I have to speak to the Assistant Commissioner. Then, Cust should also be brought here and asked if he wanted to make a statement. Presumably it will be confusion.”
Outside Tom Hartigan finds Lily Marbury, who is waiting for him in the courtyard.
”Beres, Tom?” Tom nodded.
”I met Inspector Crome myself. The person in charge of handling the case.”
”How is the person?”
”Agot quiet and haughty unlike my portrayal of a detective.”
”That's Lord Trenchard style,” Lily said with respect. ”There are among them so great. So, what does he say?”
Tom told me his interview briefly. ”So they think it's true he's the one?” ”According to them the possibility is so.
Anyway, they'll come and ask him a few questions.”
”Please Mr. Cust.”
”There is no use pitying Mr. Cust, Honey. If he really is the ABC, then he has committed four heinous murders.”
Lily sighed and shook her head.
”It seems terrible,”.
”Ah, now you come with me for lunch, dear.
Just imagine, if we're right I wish my name would be in the newspapers!”
”Oh, Tom, really?”
”It is so. And your name too. And your mother's name. And I'm sure your picture will also load.”
”Oh, Tom.” Lily pinched Tom's arm with great excitement.
”And meanwhile, how about we eat at Corner House?”
Lily pinched her arm harder. ”Colah!”
”Well wait a minute, yeah. I have to call from the station.”
”Call who?”
”A girl friend I'll meet.” Lily went across the street and came back three minutes later, her face red. ”Tell me again about Scotland Yard. You don't see the other one there?”
”Who?”
”The Belgian man, to whom ABC always wrote his letters.”
”No. He's not there.”
”Tell me everything. What happened when you were inside? Who are you talking to, and what are you saying?”
Mr. Cust put the phone back in place slowly. He looked at Mrs. Marbury was standing at the door of the room, which clearly looked suspicious.
”You don't get calls often, Mr. Cust.” ”No hm no, Mrs. Marbury. Indeed not.”
”Not bad news, I hope.”
”Not, not.” How hard that woman is. Mr's Eyes. Cust caught the writing in the newspaper he was carrying.
Birth Marriage Death...
”My sister has just given birth to a baby boy,” exclaimed Mr. Custs.
He was the one who never had a sister!
”The only one,” said Mr. Custs. ”The one-satunva that I once had or seemed to have, and hm I think I should leave immediately. They-they want me to come. I..... I don't think I'll miss the train if I hurry.”
”Will you go long, Mr. Cust?” shouted Mrs. Marbury at the time the man was climbing the stairs.
”Oh, not only two-three days.”
He disappeared into his bedroom. Mrs. Marbury goes to the kitchen, imagining with a sentimental feeling ” sweet little baby”.
His consciousness made him flinch suddenly. Tom and Lily last night, and all the date conversations. Trying to analyze whether Mr. Cust is that terrible monster, ABC. Just because of the abbreviation of his name and some coincidence.
”I don't think they mean seriously,” thought he was happy. ”And now I hope they will be ashamed of themselves.”
Somehow he was unable to explain, but Mr. Cust that her sister has just given birth has dispelled Mrs' doubts. Marbury would bona fide the people who hitchhiked on him.
”I hope the woman does not suffer too much,” thought Mrs. Marbury put an iron on her cheek, before rubbing Lily's silk shirt.
In his mind, he continued to imagine the moments of labor, in the past.
Secretly Mr. Cust down the stairs with a bag in hand. His eyes turned for a moment to the phone plane.
The short conversation echoed again in his mind.
”And is it Mr. The cust? I think you need to know that a police inspector from Scotland Yard is coming to see you..”.
What the hell was he saying? He can't remember anymore.
”Thank you, thank you, Sweet Child... You're very kind.”.
About so.
Why did the girl call him? Is it possible that the girl guessed? Or does Lily just want to convince herself that she's home when the inspector comes?
But how did he know the inspector was coming?
And her voice hid her true voice from her mother...
It seems Lily knows... But even if he knew, he certainly didn't...
But it could be. Women are weird. Unexpectedly he can be evil, but it can also be good. Once he saw Lily take a rat out of her snare.
A kind girl... A nice and pretty girl...
He stopped near a coat hanger full of umbrellas and coats.
Should she?
The sound in the kitchen made him quickly decide... No, there's no time...
Mrs. Marbury will show up at any time...
He opened the front door, passed it, and closed it again...
Where to...?
Old again.
Assistant Commissioner, Inspector Crome, Poirot, and myself.
Assistant Commissioner said, ”Your pointer is correct, Mr. Poirot, to research stocking sales in bulk.”
Poirot spread his hand.
”I've guessed. That guy is definitely no ordinary agent. He sold instantly, and did not shout out his sales.”
”Until now everything is clear, Inspector?”
”I think so, Mr.” Crome studied an archive. ”How about I submit his current position.”
”Ya, please.”
”I've contacted Churston, Paignton, and Torquay. There's a list of people he offers stocking. He did it carefully. Stay in
Pitt, a small hotel near Torre Station. Back to the hotel at 22:30 on the night of the murder. Probably take the train from Churston at 22:05, get to Paignton at 22:15. No one saw the person depicted on the train or station, but Thursday was the day the Dartmouth Regatta and the train returning from Kingswear was overcrowded.
”Di Bexhill is the same. Stay in the Globe under his own name. Offers stocking to approximately a dozen addresses, including Mrs. Barnard and Ginger Cat.
