the burnt letter, and told the others. It was their second piece of
bad luck. The position of Countess Andrenyi became worrying,
and the Count changed her name on the passport.
‘The plan was impossible without the help of Michel, the
conductor. But if he was one of the group, then there were
thirteen people, not twelve. I believe that the Countess, who
had the strongest reason to kill Cassetti, was probably the one
who did not do it. Her husband has promised me that she did
not leave her compartment. I believe him.
‘But why was honest Michel in this? He was a good man who
had worked on the train for many years. Then I remembered
Susanne, the Armstrongs’ French maid. Perhaps the unlucky girl
was Michel’s daughter. And the others? Arbuthnot was probably
an army friend of Armstrong’s, Hildegarde Schmidt the family’s
cook. Hardman probably worked as a detective on the case, or
perhaps he had been in love with Susanne. And then there was
Mrs Hubbard. She had a difficult job, because she was in the
compartment through which everyone reached Ratchett. No
one could say that they were with her. To play the part of this
foolish old woman, a true actress was needed - Mrs Armstrong’s
mother, Linda Arden.’
He stopped.
Then, in a soft rich dreamy voice, very unlike the one she had
used on the journey, Mrs Hubbard said, ‘I always liked playing
amusing characters. That mistake with the sponge bag was silly,
though. We tried it on the journey east, but I was in an even
numbered compartment then, I suppose.’
She moved slightly and looked straight at Poirot. ‘You have
guessed so much, M. Poirot. But even you can’t imagine what it
was like — that terrible day in New York when Hector MacQueen
told us that Cassetti had walked free from the court. I was crazy
with sadness and anger - and the servants were too. Colonel
Arbuthnot was there. He was Robert Armstrong’s best friend.’
‘He saved my life in the war,’ said Arbuthnot.
‘We decided then and there to give him the punishment that
the court had failed to give him — death. Perhaps we were mad
- I don’t know. There were twelve of us - well, eleven, because
Susanne’s father was in France, of course. Mary planned all the
details with Hector.
‘It took a long time to perfect our plan. Hardman managed
to find Ratchett. Then Masterman and Hector had to get jobs
with him. We had a meeting with Susanne’s father. For Colonel
Arbuthnot, it was important that there were twelve of us — it
made it more correct, he thought. Michel was willing. We knew
that Ratchett would come back from the East on the Orient
Express, so this seemed the perfect opportunity.
‘We tried to book every compartment in the carriage, but
unfortunately one had been booked long before for someone
from the train company.’ She smiled at M. Bouc. ‘Mr Harris,
of course, was invented — we didn’t want a stranger in Hector’s
compartment. Then, at the last minute,
you
came, M. Poirot.’
She stopped. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘you know everything now. But
what are you going to do about it? If someone must be punished,
can’t you blame me and
only
me for the crime? It’s unnecessary
to bring trouble to all these other good people — poor Michel
- and Mary and Colonel Arbuthnot — they love each other so
much - ’
Poirot looked at his friend. ‘What do you say, M. Bouc?’
M. Bouc coughed and said, ‘In my opinion, the first solution
was the correct one — definitely. The murderer left the train at
Vincovci. I suggest that we give that solution to the Yugoslav
police when they arrive. Do you agree, Doctor?’
‘Certainly I agree,’ said Dr Constantine. ‘I think I made some
- er - rather silly suggestions about the medical evidence.’
‘Then,’ said Poirot, ‘we have solved the case. My work here
is done.’
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