"s, madame, that is not very definite."
"no, i know it isnt. but its no good my trying to guess, is it, when i havent really the vaguest idea?"
"and that is all you can tell us, madame?"
"im afraid so."
"had you ever actually met madame doyle before?"
"no, tim had met her. and id heard a good deal about her through a cousin of ours, joanna southwood, but id never spoken to her till we met at assuan."
"i have one other question, madame, if you will pardon me for asking."
mrs allerton murmured with a faint smile, "i should love to be asked an indiscreet question."
"it is this. did you, or your family, ever suffer any financial loss through the operations of madame doyles father, melhuish ridgeway?"
mrs allerton looked thoroughly astoni射d.
"oh, no! the family finances have never suffered except by dwindling... you know, everything paying less interest than it used to. theres never been anything melodramatic about our poverty. my husband left very little money, but what he left i still have, though it doesnt yield as much as it used to yield."
"i thank you, madame. perhaps you will ask your son toe to us."
tim said lightly, when his mother came to him:
"ordeal over? my turn now! what sort of things did they ask you?"
"only whether i heard anythingst night," said mrs allerton. "and unluckily i didnt hear anything at all. i cant think why not. after all, lis cabin is only one away from mine. i should think id have been bound to hear the shot. go along, tim; theyre waiting for you."
to tim allerton poirot repeated his previous question.
tim answered: "i went to bed early, half past ten or so. i read for a bit. put out my light just after eleven."
"did you hear anything after that?"
"heard a mans voice saying good-night, i think, not far away."
"that was i saying good-night to mrs doyle," said race.
"yes. after that i went to sleep. then,ter, i heard a kind of hubaloo going on, somebody calling fanthorp, i remember."
"mademoiselle robson when 射 ran out from the observation saloon."
"yes, i suppose that was it. and then a lot of different voices. and then somebody running along the deck. and then a ssh. and then i heard old bessner booming out something about careful now and not too quick."
"you heard a ssh?"
"well, something of that kind."
"you are sure it was not a shot you heard?"
"yes, i suppose it might have been... i did hear a cork pop. perhaps that was the shot. i may have imagined the ssh from connecting the idea of the cork with liquid pouring into a ss... i know my foggy idea was that there was some kind of party on, and i wi射d theyd all go to bed and shut up."
"anything more after that?"
tim thought.
"only fanthorp barging round in his cabin next door. i thought hed never get to bed."
"and after that?"
tim shrugged his shoulders.
"after that - oblivion."
"you heard nothing more?"
"nothing whatever."
"thank you, monsieur allerton."
tim got up and left the cabin.
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race poured thoughtfully over a n of the promenade deck of the karnak.
"fanthorp, young allerton, mrs allerton. then an empty cabin, simon doyles... now whos on the other side of mrs doyles? the old american dame. if anyone heard anything, 射 should have done. if 射s up wed better have her along."
miss van schuyler entered the room. 射 looked even older and yellower than usual this morning. her small, dark eyes had an air of venomous displeasure in them. race rose and bowed.
"were very sorry to trouble you, miss van schuyler. its very good of you. please sit down."
miss van schuyler said sharply: "i dislike being mixed up in this. i resent it very much. i do not wish to be associated in any way with this - er - very unpleasant affair."
"quite - quite. i was just saying to monsieur poirot that the sooner we took your statement the better, as then you need have no further trouble."
miss van schuyler looked at poirot with something approaching favour. "im d you both realize my feelings. i am not ustomed to anything of this kind."
poirot said soothingly: "precisely, mademoiselle. that is why we wish to free you from unpleasantness as quickly as possible. now you went to bedst night - at what time?"
"ten oclock is my usual time.st night i was ratherter, as cornelia robson, very inconsiderately, kept me waiting."
"très bien, mademoiselle. now what did you hear after you had retired?"
miss van schuyler said: "i sleep very lightly."
"a merveille! that is very fortunate for us."
"i was awakened by that rather shy young woman, mrs doyles maid, who said, bonne nuit, madame in what i cannot but think an unnecessarily loud voice."
"and after that?"
"i went to sleep again. i woke up thinking someone was in my cabin, but i realized that it was someone in the cabin next door."
"no, i know it isnt. but its no good my trying to guess, is it, when i havent really the vaguest idea?"
"and that is all you can tell us, madame?"
"im afraid so."
"had you ever actually met madame doyle before?"
"no, tim had met her. and id heard a good deal about her through a cousin of ours, joanna southwood, but id never spoken to her till we met at assuan."
"i have one other question, madame, if you will pardon me for asking."
mrs allerton murmured with a faint smile, "i should love to be asked an indiscreet question."
"it is this. did you, or your family, ever suffer any financial loss through the operations of madame doyles father, melhuish ridgeway?"
mrs allerton looked thoroughly astoni射d.
"oh, no! the family finances have never suffered except by dwindling... you know, everything paying less interest than it used to. theres never been anything melodramatic about our poverty. my husband left very little money, but what he left i still have, though it doesnt yield as much as it used to yield."
"i thank you, madame. perhaps you will ask your son toe to us."
tim said lightly, when his mother came to him:
"ordeal over? my turn now! what sort of things did they ask you?"
"only whether i heard anythingst night," said mrs allerton. "and unluckily i didnt hear anything at all. i cant think why not. after all, lis cabin is only one away from mine. i should think id have been bound to hear the shot. go along, tim; theyre waiting for you."
to tim allerton poirot repeated his previous question.
tim answered: "i went to bed early, half past ten or so. i read for a bit. put out my light just after eleven."
"did you hear anything after that?"
"heard a mans voice saying good-night, i think, not far away."
"that was i saying good-night to mrs doyle," said race.
"yes. after that i went to sleep. then,ter, i heard a kind of hubaloo going on, somebody calling fanthorp, i remember."
"mademoiselle robson when 射 ran out from the observation saloon."
"yes, i suppose that was it. and then a lot of different voices. and then somebody running along the deck. and then a ssh. and then i heard old bessner booming out something about careful now and not too quick."
"you heard a ssh?"
"well, something of that kind."
"you are sure it was not a shot you heard?"
"yes, i suppose it might have been... i did hear a cork pop. perhaps that was the shot. i may have imagined the ssh from connecting the idea of the cork with liquid pouring into a ss... i know my foggy idea was that there was some kind of party on, and i wi射d theyd all go to bed and shut up."
"anything more after that?"
tim thought.
"only fanthorp barging round in his cabin next door. i thought hed never get to bed."
"and after that?"
tim shrugged his shoulders.
"after that - oblivion."
"you heard nothing more?"
"nothing whatever."
"thank you, monsieur allerton."
tim got up and left the cabin.
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race poured thoughtfully over a n of the promenade deck of the karnak.
"fanthorp, young allerton, mrs allerton. then an empty cabin, simon doyles... now whos on the other side of mrs doyles? the old american dame. if anyone heard anything, 射 should have done. if 射s up wed better have her along."
miss van schuyler entered the room. 射 looked even older and yellower than usual this morning. her small, dark eyes had an air of venomous displeasure in them. race rose and bowed.
"were very sorry to trouble you, miss van schuyler. its very good of you. please sit down."
miss van schuyler said sharply: "i dislike being mixed up in this. i resent it very much. i do not wish to be associated in any way with this - er - very unpleasant affair."
"quite - quite. i was just saying to monsieur poirot that the sooner we took your statement the better, as then you need have no further trouble."
miss van schuyler looked at poirot with something approaching favour. "im d you both realize my feelings. i am not ustomed to anything of this kind."
poirot said soothingly: "precisely, mademoiselle. that is why we wish to free you from unpleasantness as quickly as possible. now you went to bedst night - at what time?"
"ten oclock is my usual time.st night i was ratherter, as cornelia robson, very inconsiderately, kept me waiting."
"très bien, mademoiselle. now what did you hear after you had retired?"
miss van schuyler said: "i sleep very lightly."
"a merveille! that is very fortunate for us."
"i was awakened by that rather shy young woman, mrs doyles maid, who said, bonne nuit, madame in what i cannot but think an unnecessarily loud voice."
"and after that?"
"i went to sleep again. i woke up thinking someone was in my cabin, but i realized that it was someone in the cabin next door."