Title: Hickory Dickory Death
Author(s): Agatha Christie
Publisher(s): Pocket Books
Pages: 204
Year: 1983
Format: EPUB
Language: English
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‘I thought—I was sure—that in some way money was concerned. Nothing really ever excited Carlotta except money. She was made that way. She’d got one of the best heads for business I’ve ever met. She wouldn’t have been so excited and so pleased unless money—quite a lot of money—had been concerned. My impression was that she’d taken on something for a bet—and that she was pretty sure of winning. And yet that isn’t quite true. I mean, Carlotta didn’t bet. I’ve never known her make a bet. But anyway, somehow or other, I’m sure money was concerned.’
‘She did not actually say so?’
‘N-no-o. Just said that she’d be able to do this, that and the other in the near future. She was going to get her sister over from America to meet her in Paris. She was crazy about her little sister. Very delicate, I believe, and musical. Well that’s all I know. Is that what you want?’
Poirot nodded his head.
‘Yes. It confirms my theory. I had hoped, I admit, for more. I had anticipated that Miss Adams would have been bound to secrecy. But I hoped that, being a woman, she would not have counted revealing the secret to her best friend.’
‘I tried to make her tell me,’ admitted Jenny. ‘But she only laughed and said she’d tell me about it some day.’
Poirot was silent for a moment. Then he said:
‘You know the name of Lord Edgware?’
‘What? The man who was murdered? On a poster half an hour ago.’
‘Yes. Do you know if Miss Adams was acquainted with him?’
‘I don’t think so. I’m sure she wasn’t. Oh! wait a minute.’
‘Yes, Mademoiselle?’ said Poirot eagerly.
‘What was it now?’ She frowned, knitting her brow as she tried to remember. ‘Yes, I’ve got it now. She mentioned him once. Very bitterly.’
‘Bitterly?’
‘Yes. She said—what was it?—that men like that shouldn’t be allowed to ruin other people’s lives by their cruelty and lack of understanding. She said—why, so she did—that he was the kind of man whose death would probably be a good thing for everybody.’