"You do see,don't you,that she's got to be killed?"
The question floated out into the still night air,seemed to hang there a
moment and then drift away down into the darkness towards the Dead Sea.
Hercule Poirot paused a minute with his hand on the window catch.Frowning,he
shut it decisively,thereby excluding any injurious night air!Hercule Poirot had
been brought up to believe that all outside air was best left outside,and that
night air was especially dangerous to the health.
As he pulled the curtains neatly over the window and walked to his bed,he
smiled tolerantly to himself.
"You do see,don't you,that she's got to be killed?"
Curious words for one Hercule Poirot,detective,to overhear on his first
night in Jerusalem.
"decidedly,wherever I go,there is something to remind me of crime!"he
murmured to himself.
His smile continued as he remembered a story he had once heard concerning
Anthony Trollope the novelist.Trollope was crossing the Atlantic at the time and
had overheard two fellow-passengers discussing the last published instalment of
one of his novels.
"very good,"one man had declared."But he ought to kill off that tiresome old
woman."
With a broad smile the novelist had addressed them:
"Gentlemen,I am much obliged to you!I will go and kill her immediately!"
Hercule Poirot wondered what had occasioned the words he had just
overheard.A collaboration,perhaps,over a play or a book.
He thought,still smiling: "those words might be remembered,one day,and given
a more sinister meaning."
There had been,he now recollected,a curious nervous intensity in the voice -
a tremor that spoke of some intense emotional strain.A man's voice -or a
boy's......
Hercule Poirot thought to himself as he turned out the light by his bed: "I
should know that voice again......"
Their elbows in the window-sill,their heads close together,Raymond and Carol
Boynton gazed out into the blue depths of the night.Nervously,Raymond repeated
his former words: "You do see,don't you,that she's got to be killed?"
Carol Boynton stirred slightly.She said,her voice deep and hoarse: "It's
horrible......"
"It's not more horrible than this!"
"I suppose not......"
Raymond said violently: "It can't go on like this -it can't......We must do
something......And there isn't anything else we can do......"
Carol said -but her voice was unconvincing and she knew it: "If we could get
away somehow -?"
"We can't."His voice was empty and hopeless."Carol,you know we can't......"
The girl shivered,"I know,Ray -I know."
He gave a sudden short,bitter laugh.
"People would say we were crazy -not to be able just to walk out -"
Carol said slowly: "Perhaps we -are crazy!"
"I dare say.Yes,I dare say we are.Anyway,we soon shall be......I suppose
some people would say we are already-here we are calmly planning,in cold
blood,to kill our own mother!"
Carol said sharply: "she isn't our own mother!"
"No,that's true."
There was a pause and then Raymond said,his voice now quietly matter-of-fact:
"You do agree,Carol?"
Carol answered steadily: "I think she ought to die -yes......"
Then she broke out suddenly: "she's mad......I'm quite sure she's
mad......She -she couldn't torture us like she does if she were sane.For years
we've been saying: "this can't go on!"and it has gone on!We've said,'she"ll die
some time"-but she hasn't died!I don't think she ever will die unless -"
Raymond said steadily: "Unless we kill her......"
"Yes."
She clenched her hands on the window-sill in front of her.
Her brother went on in a cool,matter-of-fact tone,with just a slight tremor
denoting his deep underlying excitement.
"You see why it's got to be one of us,don't you?With Lennox,there's Nadine
to consider.And we couldn't bring Jinny into it."
Carol shivered.
"Poor Jinny......I'm so afraid......"
"I know.It's getting pretty bad,isn't it?That's why something's got to be
done quickly -before she goes right over the edge."
Carol stood up suddenly,pushing back the tumbled chestnut hair from her
forehead.
"Ray,"she said,"you don't think it's really wrong,do you?"
He answered in that same would-be dispassionate tone."No,I think it's just
like killing a mad dog -something that's doing harm in the world and must be
stopped.This is the only way of stopping it."
Carol murmured: "But they'd -they'd send us to the chair just the
same......I mean we couldn't explain what she's like......It would sound
fantastic......In a way,you know,it's all in our own minds!"
Raymond said: "Nobody will ever know.I've got a plan.I've thought it all
out.We shall be quite safe."
Carol turned suddenly round on him.
"Ray -somehow or another -you're different.Something's happened to
you ......What's put all this into your head?"
"Why should you think anything's happened to me?"
He turned his head away,staring out into the night.
"Because it has......Ray,was it that girl on the train?"
"No,of course not -why should it be?Oh,Carol,don't talk nonsense.Let's get
back again to -to -"
"to your plan?Are you sure it's a -good plan?"
"Yes.I think so......We must wait for the right opportunity,of course.And
then -if it goes all right -we shall be free -all of us."
"Free?"Carol gave a little sigh.She looked up at the stars.Then suddenly she
shook from head to foot in a sudden storm of weeping.
"Carol,what's the matter?"
She sobbed out brokenly: "It's so lovely -the night and the blueness and the
stars.If only we could be part of it all......If only we could be like other
people instead of being as we are -all queer and warped and wrong."
"But we shall be -all right -when she's dead!"
"Are you sure?Isn't it too late?Shan't we always be queer and different?"
"No,no,no."
"I wonder -"
"Carol,if you'd rather not -"
She pushed his comforting arm aside.
"No,I'm with you -definitely I'm with you!Because of the others-especially
Jinny.We must save Jinny!"
Raymond paused a moment."Then -we"ll go on with it?"
"Yes!"
"Good.I"ll tell you my plan......"
He bent his head to hers.
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