I still remember my awakening on the morning of the 25th of July.It must
have been about seven-thirty.
Poirot was standing by my bedside gently shaking me by the shoulder.One
glance at his face brought me from semiconsciousness into the full
possession of my faculties.
"What is it?"I demanded，sitting up rapidly.
His answer came quite simply，but a wealth of emotion lay behind the
three words he uttered.
"It has happened."
"What?"I cried."You mean-but today is the 25th."
"It took place last night-or rather in the early hours of this morning."
As I sprang from bed and made a rapid toilet，he recounted briefly what
he had just learnt over the telephone.
"The body of a young girl has been found on the beach at Bexhill.She had
been identified as Elizabeth Barnard，a waitress in one of the cafes，who
lived with her parents in a little recently built bungalow.Medical evidence
gave the time of death as between 11.30and 1am."
"They're quite sure that this is the crime?"I asked，as I hastily
lathered my face.
"An ABC open at the trains to Bexhill was found actually under the
body."
I shivered.
"This is horrible!"
"Faites attention，Hastings.I do not want a second tragedy in my rooms!"
I wiped the blood from my chin rather ruefully.
"What is our plan of campaign?"I asked.
"The car will call for us in a few moments'time.I will bring you a cup
of coffee here so that there will be no delay in starting."
Twenty minutes later we were in a fast police car crossing the Thames on
our way out of London.
With us was Inspector Crome，who had been present at the conference the
other day，and who was officially in charge of the case.
Crome was a very different type of officer from Japp.A much younger man，
he was the silent，superior type.Well educated and well read，he was，for my
taste，several shades too pleased with himself.He had lately gained kudos
over a series of child murders，having patiently tracked down the criminal
who was now in Broadmoor.
He was obviously at suitable person to undertake the present case，but I
thought that he was just a little too aware of the fact himself.His manner
to Poirot was a shade patronising.He deferred to him as a younger man to an
older one-in a rather self-conscious，"public school"way.
"I've had a good long talk with Dr Thompson，"he said."He's very
interesed in the "chain"or "series"type of mentality.As a layman one can't，
of course，appreciate the finer points as they present themselves to a
medical point of view."He coughed."As a matter of fact-my last case-I don't
know whether you read about it-the Mabel Homer case，the Muswell Hill
schoolgirl，you know-that man Capper was extraordinary.Amazingly difficult
to pin the crime on to him-it was his third，too!Looked as sane as you or
I.But there are various tests-verbal traps，you know-quite modern，of course，
there was nothing of that kind in your day.Once you can induce a man to give
himself away，you've got him!He knows that you know and his nerve goes.He
starts giving himself away right and left."
"Even in my day that happened sometimes，"said Poirot.
Inspector Crome looked at him and murmured conversationally:
"Oh，yes?"
There was silence between us for some time.As we passed New Cross
Station，Crome said:
"If there's anything you want to ask me about the case，pray do so."
"You have not，I presume，a description of the dead girl?"
"She was twenty-three years of age，engaged as a waitress at the Ginger
Cat cafe-""Pas ca.I wondered-if she were pretty?"
"As to that I've no information，"said Inspector Crome with a hint of
withdrawal.His manner said:"Really-these foreigners!All the same!"
A faint look of amusement came into Poirot's eyes.
"It does not seem to you important，that?Yet，pour une femme，it is of
the first importance.Often it decides her destiny!"
Another silence fell.
It was not until we were nearing Sevenoaks that Poirot opened the
conversation again.
"Were you informed，by any chance，how and with what the girl was
strangled?"
Inspector Crome replied briefly.
"Strangled with her own belt-a thick，knitted affair，I gather."
Poirot's eyes opened very wide.
"Aha，"he said."At last we have a piece of information that is very
definite.That tells one something，does it not?"
"I haven't seen it yet，"said Inspector Crome coldly.
I felt impatient with the man's caution and lack of imagination.
"It gives us the hallmark of the murderer，"I said."The girl's own belt.
It shows the particular beastliness of his mind!"
Poirot shot me a glance I could not fathom.On the face of it it conveyed
humorous impatience.I thought that perhaps it was a warning not to be too
outspoken in front of the inspector.
I relapsed into silence.
At Bexhill we were greeted by Superintendent Carter.He had with him a
pleasant-faced，intelligent-looking young inspector called Kelsey.The latter
was detailed to work in with Crome over the case.
"You'll want to make your own inquiries，Crome，"said the superintendent.
"So I'll just give you the main heads of the matter and then you can get
busy right away."
"Thank you，sir，"said Crome.
"We've broken the news to her father and mother，"said the superintendent.
"Terrible shock to them，of course.I left them to recover a bit before
questioning them，so you can start from the beginning there."
"There are other members of the family-yes?"asked Poirot.
"There's a sister-a typist in London.She's been connunicated with.And
there's a young man-in fact，the girl was supposed to be out with him last
night，I gather."
"Any help from the A B C guide?"asked Crome.
"It's there，"the superintendent nodded towards the tabke."No
fingerprints.Open at the page for Bexhill.A new copy，I should say-doesn't
seem to have been opened much.Not bought anywhere round here.I've tried all
the likely stationers."
"Who discovered the body，sir?"
"One of these fresh-air，early-morning colonels.Colonel Jerome.He was
out with his dog about 6am.Went along the front in the direction of Cooden，
and down on to the beach.Dog went off and sniffed at something.
Colonel called it.Dog didn't come.Colonel had a look and thought
sonething queer was up.Went over and looked.Behaved very properly.Didn't
touch her at all and rang us up immediately."
"And the time of death was round about midnight last night?"
"Between midnight and 1am-that's pretty certain.Our homicidal joker is a
man of his word.If he says the 25th，it is the 25th-though it may have been
only by a few minutes."
Crome nodded.
"Yes，that's his mentality all right.There's nothing else?Nobody saw
anything helpful?"
"Not as fa as we know.But it's early yet.Everyone who saw a girl in
white walking with a man last night will be along to tell us about it soon，
and as I imagine there were about four or five hundred girls in white
walking with young men last night，it ought to be a nice business."
"Well，sir，I'd better get down to it，"said Crome."There's the cafe and
there's the girl's home.I'd better go to both of them.Kelsey can come with
me."
"And Mr Poirot?"asked the superintendent.
"I will accompany you，"said Poirot to Crome with a little bow.
Crome，I thought，looked slightly annoyed.Kelsey，sho had not seen
Poirot before，grinned broadly.
It was an unfortunate circumstance that the first time people saw my
friend they were always disposed to consider him as a joke of the first water.
"What about this belt she was strangled with?"asked Crome."Mr Poirot is
inclined to think it's a valuable clue.I expect he'd like to see it."
"Du tout，"said Poirot quickly."You misunderstood me."
"You'll get nothing from that，"said Carter."It wasn't a leather
belt-mignt have got fingerprints if it had been.Just a thick sort of knitted
silk-ideal for the purpose."
I gave a shiver.
"Well，"said Crome，"we'd better be getting along."
We set out forthwith.
Our first visit was to the Ginger Cat.Situated on the sea front，this
was the usual type of small tearoom.It had little tables covered with
orange-checked cloths and basket-work chairs of exceeding discomfort with
orange cushions on them.
It was the kind of place that specialized in morning coffee，five
diffenret kinds of teas (Devonshire，Farmhouse，Fruit，Carlton and Plain)，
and a few sparing lunch dishes for females such as scrambled eggs and
shrimps and macaroni au gratin.
The morning coffees were just getting under way.The manageress ushered
us hastily into a very untidy back sanctum.
"Miss-eh-Merrion?"inquired Crome.
Miss Merrion bleated out in a high，distressed-gentlewoman voice:
"That is my name.This is a most distressing business.Most distressing.
How it will affect our business I really cannot think!"
Miss Merrion was a very thin woman of forty with wispy orange hair
(indeed she was astonishingly like a ginger cat herself).She played
nervously with various fichus and frills that were part of her official
costume.
"You'll have a boom，"said Inspector Kelsey encouragingly."You'll see!
You won't be able to serve teas fast enough!"
"Disgusting，"said Miss Merrionn."Truly disgusting.It makes one despair
of human nature."
But her eyes brightened nevertheless.
"What can you tell me about the dead girl，Miss Merrion?"
"Nothing，"said Miss Merrion positively."Absolutely nothing!"
"How long had she been working here?"
"This was the second summer."
"You were satisfied with her?"
"She was a good waitress-quick and obliging."
"She was pretty，yes?"inquied Poirot.
Miss Merrion，in her turn，gave him an "Oh，these foreigners'look.
"She was a nice，clean-looking girl，"she said distantly.
"Eight o'clock.We close at eight.We do not serve dinners.There is no
demand for them.Scrambled eggs and tea (Poirot shuddered)people come in for
up to seven o'clock and sometimes after，but our rush is over by 6.30.
"Did she mention to you how she proposed to spend her evening?"
"Certainly not，"said Miss Merrion emphatically."We were not on those
terms."
"No one came in and called for her?Anything like that?"
"No."
"Did she seem quite her ordinary self?Not excited or depressed?"
"Really I could not say，"said Miss Merrion aloofly.
"How many waitresses do you employ?"
"Two normally，and an extra two after the 20th July until the end of
August."
"But Elizabeth Barnard was not one of the extras?"
"Miss Barnard was one of the regulars."
"What about the other one?"
"Miss Higley?She is a very nice young lady."
"Were she and Miss Barnard friends?"
"Really I could not say."
"Perhaps we'd better have a word with her."
"Now?"
"If you please."
"I will send her to you，"said Miss Merrion，rising."Please keep her as
short a time as possible.This is the morning coffee rush hour."
The feline and Gingery Miss Merrion left the room.
"Very refined，"remarked Inspector Kelsey.He mimicked the lady's mincing
tone."Really I could not say."
A plump girl，slightly out of breath，with dark hair，rosy cheeks and
dark eyes goggling with excitement，bounced in.
"Miss Merrion sent me，"she announced breathlessly.
"Miss Higley?"
"Yes，that's me."
"You knew Elizabeth Barnard?"
"Oh，yes，I knew Betty.Isn't it awful?It's just too awful!I can't
believe it's true.I've been saying to the girls all the morning I just can't
believe it!"You know，girls，"I said，"it just doesn't seem real.
Betty!I mean，Betty Barnard，who's been here all along，murdered!I just
can't believe it，"I said.Five or six times I've pinched myself just to see
if I wouldn't wake up.Betty murdered......It's-well，you know what I mean-it
doesn't seem real."
"You knew the dead girl well?"asked Crome.
"Well，she's worked here longer than I have.I only came this March.She
was here last year.She was rather quiet，if you know that I mean.She wasn't
one to joke or laugh a lot.I don't mean that she was exactly quiet-she'd
plenty of fun in her and all that-but she didn't-well，she was quiet and she
wasn't quiet，if you know what I mean."
I will say for Inspector Crome that he was exceedingly patient.As a
witness the buxom Miss Higley was persistently maddening.Every statement she
made was repeated and qualified half a dozen times.The net result was meagre
in the extreme.
She had not been on terms of intimacy with the dead girl.Elizabeth
Barnard，it could be guessed，had considered herself a cut above Miss
Higley.She had been friendly in working hours，but the girls had not seen
much of her out of them.Elizabeth Barnard had had a "friend"who worked at
the estate agents near the station.Court＆Brunskill.No，he wasn't Mr Court
nor Mr Brunskill.He was a clerk there.She didn't know his name.But she knew
him by sight well.Good-looking-oh，very good-looking，and always so nicely
dressed.Clearly，there was a tinge of jealousy in Miss Higley's heart.
In the end it boiled down to this.Elizabeth Barnard had not confided in
anyone in the cafe as to her plans for the evening，but in Miss Higley's
opinion she had been going to meet her "friend".She had had on a new white
dress，"ever so sweet with one of the new necks."
We had a word with each of the other two girls but with no further
results.Betty Barnard had not said anything as to her plans and no one had
noticed her in Bexhill during the course of the evening.
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