Chapter 26 Section 14

Poirot met two people on his way home.The first was Jefferson Kopp. "Hercule Poirot? I'm Jefferson Cope." The two shook hands politely. Mr. Copp, standing side by side with Poirot, explained: "I heard that you are investigating the death of my old friend Mrs. Baiyington. This is really surprising. This lady is really not suitable for such a tiring journey. But she is stubborn, and her family can't help her. She is a family." A dictator of hers, a little too much. Her word is an order. Yes, it is." After a while, he said again: "Actually, I'm an old friend of the Baiyington family. Because of this incident, they were all in a mess. They were a little nervous at first, and their heads were a little weird, so I was prepared to do my best to deal with the formalities, preparations for the funeral, and transporting the corpse to Jerusalem. Might take care of it for them. Call me if there's anything to do."

"I'm sure they are very grateful for your thoughtfulness." After Poirot had said this, he added: "I heard that you are a special friend of young Mrs. Baiyington." Jefferson Cope blushed slightly. "It's something I don't want to talk about. When you saw Mrs. Lennox this morning, she might have hinted at what was going on between us. Actually, that's over. She was a very wonderful woman, and she thought she The greatest responsibility is to save a husband in grief." He paused for a moment.Poirot accepted the notice with a subtle movement of the head.Then, say to yourself:

"I have been commissioned by Colonel Capri to investigate the afternoon of Mrs Briington's death. Can you describe that afternoon as far as you know?" "Of course. We went for a walk around the neighborhood after a short lunch break. I'm glad the annoying interpreter didn't come along. When it comes to the Jews, he just goes crazy and talks nonstop. Well, he was completely changed. Anyway, we went out. I spoke to Natin, and just after that time, she said she was going to tell her husband about it herself. So I left her and went back to the camp alone. Two English ladies met on the way - one of them is said to be aristocratic."

Poirot said she was indeed a nobleman. "She is a wonderful lady, with a good head and a lot of knowledge. The other one seems a little weak and very tired. The morning trip to the mountain is indeed extremely strenuous for a middle-aged lady, especially for a person who hates climbing. I met them and explained to them about the Nabateans. We then walked around the area for a while and got back to camp about six o'clock. Lady Wetheren insisted For tea, I would have liked to have her a cup of tea that was not strong, but it was quite good. Then the servant set the table for supper, and went to call the old lady, and said she had died in her chair."

"Did you see her when you returned to the tent?" "Saw her there, usually in the afternoon and evening. I didn't pay much attention to her. I was explaining to Mrs. Witheron the recent collapse of stocks in the United States, and I had to keep an eye on Miss Bias, because she was too I was so tired that I almost fell down when I walked." "Thank you. One more very impolite question. Did Mrs. Baiyington leave a huge inheritance?" "A considerable amount. It is not, strictly speaking, her estate, though. She has a life estate which must be distributed to the late Elmo Byrington's children at her death. Yes, they will all be able to live reasonably well in the future. "

"Money is often the source of disputes," said Poirot, "and therefore many crimes arise from it." Kopp was a little taken aback. "Oh, not bad." He agreed. Poirot smiled and said: "However, there are many more motives for the murder... Mr. Cope, thank you for your cooperation." "If you have something to do, don't be too polite, just ask," said Mr. Kopp. "Is that Miss Jin sitting over there? I want to chat with her. " Poirot continued down the hill. He soon met Miss Bias who was swaying up. She greeted him breathlessly.

"Ah, Mr. Poirot, it's a pleasure to meet you. I was talking to that strange lady just now, the youngest of the Baiyington family. She said strange things, saying that there were many enemies, and that the chief would kidnap her or surround her with spies. Look at her, it sounded romantic. Lady Wesselen said it was stupid. She said she had used a red-haired maid and told the same lie. I sometimes think that Lady Wetherland is too Seriously. Maybe that's true, M. Poirot, isn't it? A few years ago I read a book in which one of the Tsar's daughters escaped to America during the Russian Revolution without being killed. The Tsar The daughter is the Duchess of Tatiana. If this is true, the child may be her daughter, are you right? The child said that she is a royal person, and her face is very similar, Slavic Yes. If so, that would be terrible!"

Miss Bias looked excited and eager. Poirot said didactically: "There are indeed many wonders in life." "I had no idea who you were this morning," said Miss Bias, rubbing her hands. "Didn't think you were that very famous detective! Of course, I've read the book from cover to cover. What a thrill! I was working as governess near Doncaster." Poirot grunted a few times.Miss Bias said slowly: "The morning after Mrs. Baiyington's death, I got up earlier than usual and stepped out of the tent to watch the sunrise. Where is the sunrise? The sun had risen an hour ago. But, on that morning..."

"Um, uh, what do you see?" "It's a strange thing—it didn't feel like much at the time. I saw that Miss Byringdon come out of the tent and throw something into the creek, and it wasn't a big deal, of course, but the thing shone brightly in the morning sun as it went. " "Which lady is it?" "I think it's the lady named Carol--very pretty face--like her brother, and they seem to be almost twins. But it could be the youngest lady, too. The sun just shines into her eyes, so I can't see clearly. Then It's not red—it's bronze. I like bronze hair so much! When you see red hair, it reminds you of carrots." She giggled.

"She throws away the shiny stuff?" "Yes. As I said, I didn't pay much attention at the time. But when I walked along the creek, Miss King was there. And, among the tin cans and such, I saw a little shiny metal box— It's not a square, it's a rectangle. Got it?" "Oh, I get it. Is it long and thin?" "Yes, yes, you are very clever. I thought: 'Miss Baiyington must have thrown away that thing, a beautiful little box.' Driven by curiosity, I picked it up, opened it, and there was a syringe in it— —It’s the kind of syringe used to inject typhoid medicine in the arm. It didn’t break, and I thought it was strange to throw it away. When I was thinking, Miss Jin suddenly called me from behind. I found her walking towards me , I didn't notice it at all. She said, 'Oh, thank you very much. That's my syringe. I'm looking for it.' I handed her the syringe. She took it back to camp."

Miss Bias took a breath, and then hurried on. "I don't think that matters. But isn't it strange that Carol Briington threw away Miss King's syringe? I think it is. There may be a good explanation." She looked at Poirot's face expectantly. Poirot's face was grave. "Thank you. What you said may not be important in itself. But let me tell you that what you said brought my case to an end. Everything is obvious and in order." "Oh, really?" Miss Bias's eyes lit up suddenly, as happy as a child. Back in the room, he added another line to the note: "Tenth—I will never forget. Remember, I will never forget a thing." He nodded. "That's right, everything is clear now!"