Смерть на Ниле / Death on the Nile

The poor man was terribly upset and worried over the whole business, and was eager to leave everything in Colonel Race’s hands.

‘I feel I can’t do better than leave it to you, sir, seeing your official position. I’d had orders to put myself at your disposal in the – er – other matter. If you will take charge, I’ll see that everything is done as you wish.’

‘Good man! To begin with I’d like this room kept clear for me and Monsieur Poirot during this inquiry.’

‘Certainly, sir.’

‘That’s all at present.

Looking slightly relieved, the manager left the room.

Race said:

‘Sit down, Bessner, and let’s have the whole story of what happened last night.’

They listened in silence to the doctor’s rumbling voice.

‘Clear enough,’ said Race, when he had finished. ‘The girl worked herself up, helped by a drink or two, and finally took a pot shot at the man with a.22 pistol. Then she went along to Linnet Doyle’s cabin and shot her as well.

But Dr Bessner was shaking his head.

‘No, no, I do not think so. I do not think that was possible. For one thing she would not write her own initial on the wall – it would be ridiculous, nicht wahr?’

‘She might,’ Race declared, ‘if she were as blindly mad and jealous as she sounds; she might want to – well – sign her name to the crime, so to speak.’

Poirot shook his head.

‘No, no, I do not think she would be as – as crude as that.

‘Then there’s only one reason for that J. It was put there by someone else deliberately to throw suspicion on her.’

The doctor said:

‘Yes, and the criminal was unlucky, because, you see, it is not only unlikely that the young Fr?ulein did the murder – it is also I think impossible.’

‘How’s that?’

Bessner explained Jacqueline’s hysterics and the circumstances which had led Miss Bowers to take charge of her.

‘And I think – I am sure – that Miss Bowers stayed with her all night.

Race said: ‘If that’s so, it’s going to simplify matters very much.’

Poirot asked: ‘Who discovered the crime?’

‘Mrs Doyle’s maid, Louise Bourget. She went to call her mistress as usual, found her dead, and came out and flopped into the steward’s arms in a dead faint. He went to the manager, who came to me. I got hold of Bessner and then came for you.’

Poirot nodded.

Race said:

‘Doyle’s got to know.