Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Words from a Young Lawyer

george.Mayhew was very cautious and rather ambiguous. He remembered the case, of course, but not very clearly.The case was handled by his father—who himself was only nineteen at the time. Yes, the case was a big hit, because Anja was a celebrity and he had great paintings - really good ones, two of which are in the Tate.He hoped that Poirot would forgive him more, but he really didn't understand why Polo was interested in this case?Oh, it's the daughter who's interested, isn't it?really?Canada?She is from Canada?He always thought she lived in New Zealand. Mayhew relaxed a little, and relaxed a little.

For a girl, that was really shocking.He sympathized with her very much.It might be better if she never knew the truth, but it's useless to say that now. She wants to know?Want to know what?Of course, she could look up the trial report.In fact, Mayhew didn't know anything. No, he thought Mrs. Currell almost certainly the murderer.Of course she has excuses, those artists -- it's really hard to live with them.As far as Mayhew knew, Anya had been having trouble with some women. And she herself, may be the kind of woman who is very possessive, unable to accept the fact.Today, she just needs to divorce him and forget about it.Mayhew said cautiously again: "Let's think about it, uh---Mrs. Ditisham, by the way, she is the girl who caused the uproar back then." Poirot said he believed so.

"She's mentioned in the papers from time to time," Mayhew said. "She's a regular at the divorce courts. You probably know, she's very rich. Before she married De Tissan, she was married to an explorer, and she's been quite It's all about being noticed. I think that kind of woman likes notoriety." "Perhaps she worships heroes very much," said Poirot.Mayhew was a little hesitant about the idea, accepting it hesitantly: "Well, maybe—well, I think it might be." He seemed to be thinking about it. Poirot said: "Has your company represented Mrs. Currel for many years?" Mayhew shook his head.

"On the contrary, Jonathan is the legal advisor of the Currell family. However, under the circumstances at the time, Mr. Jonathan felt that he could not represent Mrs. Currell well, so he discussed with his late father that we would take over the matter. Case. Mr. Poirot, I think you might gain something if you could meet with Jonathan. He is retired because he is over seventy. Tell you more. Honestly, I was just a kid so I can't tell you anything, I don't think I was in court at all." Poirot got up, and Mayhew got up too, and said: "Perhaps you would like to speak to our director, who was at the firm and was very interested in the case."

Edmund spoke very slowly, and there was a legal warning in his eyes.He looked at Polo carefully before he said: "Yes, I have paid attention to Currel's case." Then he said sternly: "That is a very disreputable case." His shrewd eyes looked at Polo appreciatively, and then he said: "It's been a long time." "The court's decision does not necessarily mean that the case is over." Edmond nodded slowly with his square head. "This point, I think you are right." Poirot said again: "Mrs. Currel left a daughter." "Oh, I know they have a child who was sent to relatives abroad, didn't you?" Polo continued, "The child firmly believes that her mother is innocent."

Edmund raised his broad, thick eyebrows, and said, "That's a matter of course, isn't it?" Poirot asked: "What reasons do you have for this theory?" Edmund thought for a while, then shook his head slowly, and said, "I can't say, anyway, I admire Mrs. Currel. In any case, she is a lady, unlike the other woman. That woman is very frivolous." , thick-skinned! No modesty at all. But Mrs. Currel is very elegant." "Anyway, she's still a murderer?" Edmund frowned, and said without self-control: "I often can't help asking myself that. She sat so peacefully and gently in court, she didn't look like a murderer at all. I kept telling myself: 'I don't believe She's a murderer.' But you know, Mr. Poirot, there's no other possibility. Poison doesn't come out of Mr. Currel's beer for no reason. Someone must have put it on purpose. Who would it be if Mrs. Correll hadn't let it go?" "Yes," said Poirot, "that's the question. If it wasn't her, who would it be?" Polo searched his face. "That's why you bring it up again?" said Edmund. "What do you think?" Edmund was silent for a moment, and then said: "There's nothing to prove it—nothing."

Poirot said, "Did you go to listen?" "Go every day." "Have you heard the testimony of the witness?" "good." "Did you find any witnesses unusual or insincere?" Edmund said curtly: "Are you asking, is any of them lying? Is there any reason among them to wish Mr. Currel's death? I'm sorry, Mr. Poirot, this idea is too dramatic." "At least there is this possibility." Polo said again. He looked at the shrewd face, the furrowed brows and thoughtful eyes. At last, Edmund shook his head slowly and regretfully, and said: "That Miss Gurley is very violent, she is very argumentative. I dare say that most of what she said goes too far, but of course she hopes that Curley Mr. Le was alive. He was of no use to her when he was dead. She really wished Mrs. Currell had been hanged—but it was because she had poisoned her man. She was like a howling mother Lion! But as I said, she just didn't want Mr. Currel dead. Philip Blake also had a prejudice against Mrs. Currel, and he wanted to kill her with a knife, but I believe he is telling the truth. He is Currier. Mr. Rael's best friend, his brother Meredith Blake - not a good witness, ambiguous, hesitant - seems unsure of any answer he says. I've seen too many of that kind of witness , although they are all telling the truth, it looks like they are lying, because they try not to say too much. In fact, this way, the lawyer can get more information from them. He is the kind of Disturbed gentleman. As for the governess, she was very good, no nonsense, and all answers were to the point. From what she said, it was impossible to tell which side she was on. She was indeed very witty, yes A lively and straightforward person." He paused, "I think she must know more than she can tell."

"So do I," said Poirot. He fixed Alfred with piercing eyes.Mr. Edmund's shrewd face.The face was expressionless, quite calm.But Poirot felt as if he was vaguely hinting at something.