Chapter 19 Chapter Eleven

Eleanor... Poirot sat opposite Eleanor, looking at her inquiringly.If you don't count the guards watching them through the glass wall, it's just the two of them. What Poirot saw was a fair, delicate, intelligent face with a prominent forehead, a straight nose, and well-proportioned ears.The beautiful and moving face shape shows arrogance, reserve and passion hidden in the heart. He said: "My name is Poirot. I was sent by Dr. Lord. I think I will be of service to you." Eleanor said as if recalling something: "Lord..." A smile flitted across her face, then disappeared again.

She nodded politely and coldly and said: "He is very enthusiastic. But I think you will be of no help either." Poirot was not ashamed. "Then would you please answer a few questions I asked?" At last Eleanor raised her piercing blue eyes to cast a direct, beseeching glance on Poirot. "Do you believe that I am innocent?" Poirot replied: "Are you really innocent?" She smiled sarcastically. "That's how you always ask questions? It's easy to say 'yes' or 'no', isn't it?" Poirot, sitting opposite her, said suddenly:

"You're getting impatient, aren't you?" She opened her eyes wide and replied: "Yes . . . I'll be happy when it's all over." Poirot looked at her for a moment in silence, then said: "I've met...for convenience I'll call him your cousin...Mr. Roddy." A blush came over her haughty, pale face, and Poirot understood that he had the answer to a question without further asking. Eleanor asked repeatedly: "Did you see... Roddy?" "I see. He's doing everything for you. By the way, is Mr. Roddy rich?" "He doesn't have much money of his own."

"He has a habit of spending money freely, doesn't he?" The girl seemed to be thinking of something else, and answered casually: "We don't mind spending money. We know that one day..." She broke off abruptly, and Poirot went on: "Are you guys counting on legacy? That's totally understandable." Then he continued: ''Perhaps you have heard the results of the examination of your aunt's body?She died of morphine poisoning. " "I didn't hurt her." "You didn't help my aunt take the poison, did you?" "Help with poison?!...Oh, I see. No, didn't help her."

"Did you know that your aunt didn't write a will?" "No, not at all," she answered mechanically, absent-mindedly. "Then did you write the will yourself?" "wrote." "On the day Dr. Lord spoke to you about it?" "yes." The girl's face turned red again. "Excuse me, who do you want to leave your property to, Miss Eleanor?" "Roddy." "Does he know this?" "Of course I don't know." "Did Mr. Seddon write the will for you?" "Yes. I wrote to him." "Is it your own letter?"

"No, this letter was sent with other letters." "Then you write the letter, put it in the envelope, seal it, put a stamp on it, throw it in the mailbox, and the postman takes it out of there, doesn't it? You think over and over how to write the letter Did you read the letter after writing it?" Eleanor looked at him in amazement. "I read it again after I got the stamp and came back to check that it was written clearly." "Was anyone else in the house at the time?" "Only Roddy." "Does he know what you've done?" "I told you he didn't know."

"When you go to pick up the stamps, will anyone read the letter? Specifically, can Roddy peek at the letter?" Eleanor spoke loudly and mockingly. "I can assure you, M. Poirot, that my cousin never reads other people's letters." "You should think so. But you know, people often do things they shouldn't." The girl just shrugged.Poirot posed a new question, as if casually: "Didn't you first have the idea of ​​killing Mary on that day?" Eleanor flushed for the third time. "Did Lord tell you this?" Feeling no pressure, Poirot said mildly:

"The day it happened? The day you looked out the window and saw Mary writing the will? That's when it occurred to you that it would be appropriate and interesting if Mary died suddenly." Eleanor said out of breath: "Lord knows... He glanced at me and guessed." "Yes," agreed Poirot, "Dr. Lord knows a lot. Oh, this freckled, brown-haired young man is no fool." "Is it true that he asked you to help?" "It is true, miss." The girl sighed. "I don't understand, I don't understand him." Poirot said somewhat commandingly:

"Listen, Miss Eleanor, you ought to tell me all that happened the day Mary died. Where you were and what you were doing, I should even like to know what else you were thinking." She looked at him silently, with a strange half-smile on the corner of her mouth, and said: "You must be a wonderfully childish person. Don't you see how easily I can lie to you?" Poirot replied indifferently: "It doesn't matter." The girl looked at Poirot in bewilderment, and he explained his thoughts by saying: "Lies reveal as much as the truth, miss, and sometimes more.

So let's get started.On the morning when it happened, you met your kind housekeeper, Mrs. Bishop.She wants to go with you to the manor to help you with some things, but you refuse, why? " "I want to be alone for a while...to think about something." "Understood. Then where did you go?" Eleanor raised her head provocatively and replied: "I bought fish mince for sandwiches." "Two bottles?" "yes." "Then you go back to the Manor. What did you do there?" "I went upstairs to my aunt's room to sort out the belongings. Then I went downstairs to the dining room, and when I had the sandwich ready and put it on a plate, I went to the dressing room.

Mary and Nurse Hopkins were there.I invited them to tea with me. We went into the living room together and had sandwiches. " "What about the future?" "In the future?" Eleanor stared intently at Poirot. "I went to the dining room. At that time, I was in a strange mood, as if in a dream. It was the tableware that the soil nurse washed." "Yes, yes, but what happened after that? What are you thinking?" "There was a needle prick on the nurse's wrist and I asked her what it was and she explained it was from a rose thorn near the changing room. The rose near the changing room...it reminded me of me and Ro When Dee was a child, he was divided into red and white roses to play war... Then the past came back to my heart, and I seemed to be a child again. The disgusting fog of hatred entangled in my mind, like a witchcraft disappeared again, I don't hate Mary anymore, and I don't want her dead..." She added after a short pause: "But when we got back to the drawing room, she was dying." There was another silence.Poirot kept staring at each other.She blushed and asked: "What's the matter? You still want to ask me, did I kill Mary?" "I won't ask you anything. There are things I don't want to know."