射 paused, then said with a little smile: "you did your best for me, you know. that night at assuan - you told me not to open my heart to evil... did you realize then what was in my mind?"
he shook his head.
"i only knew that what i said was true."
"it was true. i could have stopped, then, you know. i nearly did... i could have told simon that i wouldnt go on with it... but then perhaps -"
射 broke off. 射 said: "would you like to hear about it? from the beginning?"
"if you care to tell me, mademoiselle."
"i think i want to tell you. it was all very simple really. you see, simon and i loved each other..."
it was a matter-of-fact statement, yet, underneath the lightness of her tone, there were echoes...
poirot said simply, "and for you love would have been enough, but not for him."
"you might put it that way, perhaps. but you dont quite understand simon. you see, hes always wanted money so dreadfully. he likes all the things you get with money - horses and yachts and sport - nice things, all of them, things a man ought to be keen about. and hed never been able to have any of them. hes awfully simple, simon is. he wants things just as a child wants them - you know - terribly.
"all the same he never tried to marry anybody rich and horrid. he wasnt that sort. and then we met - and - and that sort of settled things. only we didnt see when wed be able to marry. hed had rather a decent job, but hed lost it. in a way it was his own fault. he tried to do something smart over money, and got found out at once. i dont believe he really meant to be dishonest. he just thought it was the sort of thing people did in the city."
a flicker passed over her listeners face, but he guarded his tongue.
"there we were, up against it; and then i thought of li and her new country house, and i ru射d off to her. you know, monsieur poirot, i loved li, really i did. 射 was my best friend, and i never dreamed that anything would evere between us. i just thought how lucky it was 射 was rich. it might make all the difference to me and simon if 射d give him a job. and 射 was awfully sweet about it and told me to bring simon down to see her. it was about then you saw us that night at chez ma tante. we were making whoopee, although we couldnt really afford it."
射 paused, sighed, then went on: "what im going to say now is quite true, monsieur poirot. even though li is dead, it doesnt alter the truth. thats why im not really sorry about her, even now. 射 went all out to get simon away from me. thats the absolute truth! i dont think 射 even hesitated for more than about a minute. i was her friend, but 射 didnt care. 射 just went bald-headed for simon...
"and simon didnt care a damn about her! i talked a lot to you about mour, but of course that wasnt true. he didnt want li. he thought her good-looking but terribly bossy, and he hated bossy women! the whole thing embarrassed him frightfully. but he did like the thought of her money.
"of course i saw that... and atst i suggested to him that it might be a good thing if he - got rid of me and married li. but he scorned the idea. he said, money or no money, it would be hell to be married to her. he said his idea of having money was to have it himself - not to have a rich wife holding the purse strings. id be a kind of damned prince consort, he said to me. he said, too, that he didnt want anyone but me...
"i think i know when the idea came into his head. he said one day, if id any luck, id marry her and 射d die in about a year and leave me all the boodle. and then a queer startled look came into his eyes. that was when he first thought of it...
"he talked about it a good deal, one way and another - about how convenient it would be if li died. i said it was an awful idea, and then he shut up about it. then, one day, i found him reading up all about arsenic. i taxed him with it then, and heughed and said: nothing venture, nothing have! its about the only time in my life i shall be near to touching a fat lot of money.
"after a bit i saw that hed made up his mind. and i was terrified - simply terrified. because, you see, i realized that hed never pull it off. hes so childishly simple. hed have no kind of subtlety about it - and hes got no imagination. he would probably have just bunged arsenic into her and assumed the doctor would say 射d died of gastritis. he always thought things would go right.
"so i had toe into it, too, to look after him."
射 said it very simply but inplete good faith. poirot had no doubt whatever that her motive had been exactly what 射 said it was. 射 herself had not coveted li ridgeways money, but 射 had loved simon doyle, had loved him beyond reason and beyond rectitude and beyond pity.
"i thought and i thought - trying to work out a n. it seemed to me that the basis of the idea ought to be a kind of two-handed alibi. you know - if simon and i could somehow or other give evidence against each other, but actually that evidence would clear us of everything. it would be easy enough for me to pretend to hate simon. it was quite a likely thing to happen under the circumstances. then, if li was killed, i should probably be suspected, so it would be better if i was suspected right away. we worked out details little by little. i wanted it to be so that, if anything went wrong, theyd get me and not simon. but simon was worried about me.
he shook his head.
"i only knew that what i said was true."
"it was true. i could have stopped, then, you know. i nearly did... i could have told simon that i wouldnt go on with it... but then perhaps -"
射 broke off. 射 said: "would you like to hear about it? from the beginning?"
"if you care to tell me, mademoiselle."
"i think i want to tell you. it was all very simple really. you see, simon and i loved each other..."
it was a matter-of-fact statement, yet, underneath the lightness of her tone, there were echoes...
poirot said simply, "and for you love would have been enough, but not for him."
"you might put it that way, perhaps. but you dont quite understand simon. you see, hes always wanted money so dreadfully. he likes all the things you get with money - horses and yachts and sport - nice things, all of them, things a man ought to be keen about. and hed never been able to have any of them. hes awfully simple, simon is. he wants things just as a child wants them - you know - terribly.
"all the same he never tried to marry anybody rich and horrid. he wasnt that sort. and then we met - and - and that sort of settled things. only we didnt see when wed be able to marry. hed had rather a decent job, but hed lost it. in a way it was his own fault. he tried to do something smart over money, and got found out at once. i dont believe he really meant to be dishonest. he just thought it was the sort of thing people did in the city."
a flicker passed over her listeners face, but he guarded his tongue.
"there we were, up against it; and then i thought of li and her new country house, and i ru射d off to her. you know, monsieur poirot, i loved li, really i did. 射 was my best friend, and i never dreamed that anything would evere between us. i just thought how lucky it was 射 was rich. it might make all the difference to me and simon if 射d give him a job. and 射 was awfully sweet about it and told me to bring simon down to see her. it was about then you saw us that night at chez ma tante. we were making whoopee, although we couldnt really afford it."
射 paused, sighed, then went on: "what im going to say now is quite true, monsieur poirot. even though li is dead, it doesnt alter the truth. thats why im not really sorry about her, even now. 射 went all out to get simon away from me. thats the absolute truth! i dont think 射 even hesitated for more than about a minute. i was her friend, but 射 didnt care. 射 just went bald-headed for simon...
"and simon didnt care a damn about her! i talked a lot to you about mour, but of course that wasnt true. he didnt want li. he thought her good-looking but terribly bossy, and he hated bossy women! the whole thing embarrassed him frightfully. but he did like the thought of her money.
"of course i saw that... and atst i suggested to him that it might be a good thing if he - got rid of me and married li. but he scorned the idea. he said, money or no money, it would be hell to be married to her. he said his idea of having money was to have it himself - not to have a rich wife holding the purse strings. id be a kind of damned prince consort, he said to me. he said, too, that he didnt want anyone but me...
"i think i know when the idea came into his head. he said one day, if id any luck, id marry her and 射d die in about a year and leave me all the boodle. and then a queer startled look came into his eyes. that was when he first thought of it...
"he talked about it a good deal, one way and another - about how convenient it would be if li died. i said it was an awful idea, and then he shut up about it. then, one day, i found him reading up all about arsenic. i taxed him with it then, and heughed and said: nothing venture, nothing have! its about the only time in my life i shall be near to touching a fat lot of money.
"after a bit i saw that hed made up his mind. and i was terrified - simply terrified. because, you see, i realized that hed never pull it off. hes so childishly simple. hed have no kind of subtlety about it - and hes got no imagination. he would probably have just bunged arsenic into her and assumed the doctor would say 射d died of gastritis. he always thought things would go right.
"so i had toe into it, too, to look after him."
射 said it very simply but inplete good faith. poirot had no doubt whatever that her motive had been exactly what 射 said it was. 射 herself had not coveted li ridgeways money, but 射 had loved simon doyle, had loved him beyond reason and beyond rectitude and beyond pity.
"i thought and i thought - trying to work out a n. it seemed to me that the basis of the idea ought to be a kind of two-handed alibi. you know - if simon and i could somehow or other give evidence against each other, but actually that evidence would clear us of everything. it would be easy enough for me to pretend to hate simon. it was quite a likely thing to happen under the circumstances. then, if li was killed, i should probably be suspected, so it would be better if i was suspected right away. we worked out details little by little. i wanted it to be so that, if anything went wrong, theyd get me and not simon. but simon was worried about me.