The Big Four

‘You do not take much interest in this inquiry, monsieur?’ said Poirot.

The other gave a slow smile.

‘It’s not my job, you see. I’m a connoisseur of some things, but not of this. So I just stand back and keep out of the way. I’ve learnt patience in the East.’

The Inspector came bustling in, apologising for having been so long away. He insisted on taking us over most of the ground again, but finally we got away.

‘I must appreciate your thousand politenesses, Inspector,’ said Poirot, as we were walking down the village street again. ‘There is just one more request I should like to put to you.’

‘You want to see the body, perhaps, sir?’

‘Oh, dear me, no! I have not the least interest in the body. I want to see Robert Grant.’

‘You’ll have to drive back with me to Moreton to see him, sir.’

‘Very well, I will do so. But I must see him and be able to speak to him alone.’

The Inspector caressed his upper lip.

‘Well, I don’t know about that, sir.’

‘I assure you that if you can get through to Scotland Yard you will receive full authority.’

‘I’ve heard of you, of course, sir, and I know you’ve done us a good turn now and again. But it’s very irregular.’

‘Nevertheless it is necessary,’ said Poirot calmly. ‘It is necessary for this reason—Grant is not the murderer.’

‘What? Who is, then?’

‘The murderer was, I should fancy, a youngish man. He drove up to Granite Bungalow in a trap, which he left outside. He went in, committed the murder, came out, and drove away again. He was bare-headed, and his clothing was slightly blood-stained.’

‘But—but the whole village would have seen him!’

‘Not under certain circumstances.’

‘Not if it was dark, perhaps; but the crime was committed in broad daylight.’

Poirot merely smiled.

‘And the horse and trap, sir—how could you tell that? Any amount of wheeled vehicles have passed along outside. There’s no mark of one in particular to be seen.’

‘Not with the eyes of the body, perhaps; but with the eyes of the mind, yes.’

The Inspector touched his forehead significantly with a grin at me. I was utterly bewildered, but I had faith in Poirot. Further discussion ended in our all driving back to Moreton with the Inspector. Poirot and I were taken to Grant, but a constable was to be present during the interview. Poirot went straight to the point.

‘Grant, I know you to be innocent of this crime. Relate to me in your own words exactly what happened.’

The prisoner was a man of medium height with a somewhat unpleasing cast of features. He looked a jail-bird if ever a man did.

‘Honest to God, I never did it,’ he whined. ‘Someone put those little glass figures amongst my traps. It was a frame-up, that’s what it was. I went straight to my rooms when I came in, like I said. I never knew a thing till Betsy screeched out. S’welp me, God, I didn’t.’

Poirot rose.

‘If you can’t tell me the truth, that is the end of it.’

‘But, guv’nor—’

‘You did go into the room—you did know your master was dead; and you were just preparing to make a bolt of it when the good Betsy made her terrible discovery.’

The man stared at Poirot with a dropped jaw.

‘Come now, is it not so? I tell you solemnly—on my word of honour—that to be frank now is your only chance.’

‘I’ll risk it,’ said the man suddenly. ‘It was just as you say. I came in, and went straight to the master—and there he was, dead on the floor and blood all round. Then I got the wind up proper. They’d ferret out my record, and for a certainty they’d say it was me as had done him in. My only thought was to get away—at once—before he was found—’

‘And the jade figures?’

The man hesitated.

‘You see—’

‘You took them by a kind of reversion to instinct, as it were? You had heard your master say they were valuable, and you felt you might as well go the whole hog. That I understand. Now answer me this. Was it the second time that you went into the room that you took the figures?’

‘I didn’t go in a second time. Once was enough for me.’

‘You are sure of that?’

‘Absolutely certain.’

‘Good. Now, when did you come out of prison?’

‘Two months ago.’

‘How did you obtain this job?’

‘Through one of them Prisoners’ Help Societies. Bloke met me when I came out.’

‘What was he like?’

‘Not exactly a parson, but looked like one. Soft black hat and mincing way of talking. Got a broken front tooth. Spectacled chap. Saunders, his name was. Said he hoped I was repentant, and that he’d find me a good post. I went to old Whalley on his recommendation.’

Poirot rose once more.

‘I thank you. I know all now. Have patience.’ He paused in the doorway and added: ‘Saunders gave you a pair of boots, didn’t he?’

Grant looked very astonished.

‘Why, yes, he did. But how did you know?’