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"No, no. I quite understand. The phrase slipped out. A very convenient one. And Mrs. Leidner, was she
worried by this animosity of Mrs. Mercado's?"
"Well," I said, reflecting, "I don't really think she was worried at all. In fact, I don't even know whether
she noticed it. I thought once of just giving her a hint - but I didn't like to. Least said soonest mended.
That's what I say."
"You are doubtless wise. Can you give me any instances of how Mrs. Mercado showed her feelings?"
I told him about our conversation on the roof.
"So she mentioned Mrs. Leidner's first marriage," said Poirot thoughtfully. "Can you remember - in
mentioning it - did she look at you as though she wondered whether you had heard a different version?"
"You think she may have known the truth about it?"
"It is a possibility. She may have written those letters - and engineered a tapping hand and all the rest of
it."
"I wondered something of the same kind myself. It seemed the kind of petty revengeful thing she might
do."
"Yes. A cruel streak, I should say. But hardly the temperament for cold-blooded brutal murder unless, of
course -"
He paused and then said:
"It is odd, that curious thing she said to you. 'I know why you are here.' What did she mean by it?"
"I can't imagine," I said frankly.
"She thought you were there for some ulterior reason apart from the declared one. What reason? And
why should she be so concerned in the matter? Odd, too, the way you tell me she stared at you all
through tea the day you arrived."
"Well, she's not a lady, M. Poirot," I said primly.
"That, ma soeur, is an excuse but not an explanation."
I wasn't quite sure for the minute what he meant. But he went on quickly.
"And the other members of the staff?"
I considered.
"I don't think Miss Johnson liked Mrs. Leidner either very much. But she was quite open and above-
board about it. She as good as admitted she was prejudiced. You see, she's very devoted to Dr. Leidner
and had worked with him for years. And of course, marriage does change things - there's no denying it."
"Yes," said Poirot. "And from Miss Johnson's point of view it would be an unsuitable marriage. It would
really have been much more suitable if Dr. Leidner had married her."
"It would really," I agreed. "But there, that's a man all over. Not one in a hundred considers suitability.
And one can't really blame Dr. Leidner. Miss Johnson, poor soul, isn't so much to look at. Now Mrs.
Leidner was really beautiful - not young, of course - but oh! I wish you'd known her. There was
something about her... I remember Mr. Coleman saying she was like a thingummyjig that came to lure
people into marshes. That wasn't a very good way of putting it but - oh, well - you'll laugh at me but
there was something about her that was - well - unearthly."
"She could cast a spell - yes, I understand," said Poirot.
"Then I don't think she and Mr. Carey got on very well either," I went on. "I've an idea he was jealous
just like Miss Johnson. He was always very stiff with her and so was she with him. You know - she
passed him things and was very polite and called him Mr. Carey rather formally. He was an old friend of
her husband's, of course, and some women can't stand their husband's old friends. They don't like to
think that anyone knew them before they did - at least that's rather a muddled way of putting it -"
"I quite understand. And the three young men? Coleman, you say, was inclined to be poetic about her."
I couldn't help laughing.
"It was funny, M. Poirot," I said. "He's much a matter-of-fact young man."
"And the other two?"
"I don't really know about Mr. Emmott. He's always so quiet and never says much. She was very nice to
him always. You know - friendly - called him David and used to tease him about Miss Reilly and things
like that."
"Ah, really? And did he enjoy that?"
"I don't quite know," I said doubtfully. "He'd just look at her. Rather funnily. You couldn't tell what he
was thinking."
"And Mr. Reiter?"
"She wasn't always very kind to him," I said slowly. "I think he got on her nerves. She used to say quite
sarcastic things to him."
"And did he mind?"
"He used to get very pink, poor boy. Of course, she didn't mean to be unkind."
And then suddenly, from feeling a little sorry for the boy, it came over me that he was very likely a
cold-blooded murderer and had been playing a part all the time.
"Oh, M. Poirot," I exclaimed. "What do you think really happened?"
He shook his head slowly and thoughtfully.
"Tell me," he said. "You are not afraid to go back there tonight?"
"Oh, no," I said. "Of course, I remember what you said, but who would want to murder me?"
"I do not think that anyone could," he said slowly. "That is partly why I have been so anxious to hear all
you could tell me. No, I think - I am sure - you are quite safe."
"If anyone had told me in Baghdad -" I began and stopped.
"Did you hear any gossip about the Leidners and the expedition before you came here?" he asked.
I told him about Mrs. Leidner's nickname and just a little of what Mrs. Kelsey had said about her.
In the middle of it the door opened and Miss Reilly came in. She had been playing tennis and had her
racquet in her hand.
I gathered Poirot had already met her when he arrived in Hassanieh.
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