Chapter 7 Which o f Them?
M. Bouc and Dr Constantine were talking together when Poirot
entered the restaurant carriage.
‘Well,’ said M. Bouc, ‘this case makes no sense at all.’
‘I agree,’ said the doctor.
Poirot lit a cigarette. ‘But the evidence of the passengers was
very helpful.’
‘I thought it told us nothing!’ cried Bouc. ‘What did I miss?’
‘Take young MacQueen, for example. He told us that his
employer, M. Ratchett, spoke no languages except English.
Last night the conductor heard someone in M. Ratchett’s
compartment call out, “Ce
n’est rien.Je me suis trompe
.” That was
not M. Ratchett.’
‘It is true!’ cried Constantine excitedly. ‘That is why you
didn’t want to accept the evidence of the watch. Those words
came from the compartment at twenty-three minutes to one.
Ratchett was already dead - ’
‘And it was his murderer speaking,’ finished M. Bouc.
‘You go too fast, my friends,’ said Poirot. ‘We have no
evidence that Ratchett was dead at that time.’
‘There was the cry that woke you.’
‘Yes, that is true.’
‘In one way,’ said M. Bouc, ‘this discovery does not change
things very much. The murderer killed Ratchett half an hour
earlier than we first thought. He stayed in the compartment for
half an hour, changed the watch hands to a quarter past one and
left through Mrs Hubbard’s compartment.’
‘But imagine that you are the murderer,’ said Poirot.
‘Wouldn’t you change the watch to a time when your presence
in Ratchett’s compartment was impossible? You wouldn’t move
the hands to the exact time that you left the crime scene.’
‘True,’ said Dr Constantine, a little confused.
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‘Perhaps it was the second murderer who changed the watch,’
said M. Bouc. ‘The woman in the red dressing gown.’
‘It was too dark for her to see that the man was already dead,
but she managed to find a watch in Ratchett’s pyjama pocket
and change the time blindly!’ said Poirot in disbelief.
M. Bouc gave him a cold stare. ‘And what is your explanation,
my friend?’
‘At the moment I have none that makes sense,’ replied Poirot.
‘But it is time to close our eyes and think. One or more of the
passengers killed Ratchett. Which of them?’
For a quarter of an hour, no one spoke. Poirot appeared to be
asleep. Then suddenly his eyes opened and he said to himself,
‘But why not? If so — well, that would explain everything.’
He turned to the other men in the carriage and asked, ‘Have
you had any useful thoughts?’
‘Thoughts, yes, but nothing very useful,’ said the doctor.
M. Bouc agreed.
‘I myself have thought of an explanation that would cover all
the facts of the case. I am not yet sure that it is the correct one,
but I will soon find out. Before that, let us discuss some points
of interest. Firstly, an ink spot on a Hungarian passport.’
M. Bouc looked at the passport of Count and Countess
Andrenyi. ‘Is this the spot that you mean?’ he asked.
‘Yes. It seems to be fresh ink. You notice where it is?’
‘At the beginning of the Countess’s name. But what —?’
‘Now, let us think back to the handkerchief. It is a very
expensive thing, hand-made in P^ris. It has an H on it, but it
is not something that unfashionable Mrs Hubbard would buy,
and it is certainly not the handkerchief of Hildegarde, the lady’s
maid. There are only two women on the train who might own
a handkerchief like this. They are Princess Dragomiroff—’
‘Whose first name is Natalia,’ interrupted M. Bouc.
— and Countess Andrenyi. Now, 1 wonder about that ink
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spot. Perhaps it was just an accident, but perhaps it is hiding a
letter. Perhaps the Countess’s name is not Elena but Helena.’
‘Helena!’ cried M. Bouc. ‘That is an idea.’
‘And there is something to support that idea too. One of the
labels on the Countess’s luggage was slightly wet. Perhaps there
too a change to her name was made.’
‘I am starting to believe you,’ said M. Bouc. ‘But the Countess
Andrenyi, a murderer? It is so unlikely.’
‘Now, let us imagine last night without the snow on the line.
What happens? Well, the murder is discovered as the train enters
Italy. The man in conductor’s uniform is seen earlier-just before
one o’clock. We find a button in Mrs Hubbard’s compartment
and the uniform in the toilets. We read the threatening letters
produced by MacQueen. We decide that the murderer got off
the train at Brod, where it stopped at 00.58.’
‘You mean —?’
‘I mean that the murder was planned to seem like the work
of someone from the outside, not a passenger. But the snow
changed everything. It made it impossible to believe that the
murderer had got off the train.’
‘And where does the handkerchief fit in?’
‘Be patient, my friend. Now, we return to the burnt note
which included the words
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