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“No, I haven’t forgotten,” I said. “But I can’t believe somehow that that’s the real explanation.”
“I do,” he said. “It’s all nonsense, his being one of the expedition staff. That is just an ingenious theory of M. Poirot’s. I believe that the truth is much simpler. The man is a madman, of course. He’s been hanging round the place—perhaps in disguise of some kind. And somehow or other he got in on that fatal afternoon. The servants may be lying—they may have been bribed.”
“I suppose it’s possible,” I said doubtfully.
Dr. Leidner went on with a trace of irritability.
“It is all very well for M. Poirot to suspect the members of my expedition. I am perfectly certain none of them have anything to do with it! I have worked with them. I know them!”
He stopped suddenly, then he said: “Is that your experience, nurse? That anonymous letters are usually written by women?”
“It isn’t always the case,” I said. “But there’s a certain type of feminine spitefulness that finds relief that way.”
“I suppose you are thinking of Mrs. Mercado?” he said.
Then he shook his head.
“Even if she were malicious enough to wish to hurt Louise she would hardly have the necessary knowledge,” he said.
I remembered the earlier letters in the attaché case.
If Mrs. Leidner had left that unlocked and Mrs. Mercado had been alone in the house one day pottering about, she might easily have found them and read them. Men never seem to think of the simplest possibilities!
“And apart from her there is only Miss Johnson,” I said, watching him.
“That would be quite ridiculous!”
The little smile with which he said it was quite conclusive. The idea of Miss Johnson being the author of the letters had never entered his head! I hesitated just for a minute—but I didn’t say anything. One doesn’t like giving away a fellow woman, and besides, I had been a witness of Miss Johnson’s genuine and moving remorse. What was done was done. Why expose Dr. Leidner to a fresh disillusion on top of all his other troubles?
It was arranged that I should leave on the following day, and I had arranged through Dr. Reilly to stay for a day or two with the matron of the hospital whilst I made arrangements for returning to England either via Baghdad or direct via Nissibin by car and train.
Dr. Leidner was kind enough to say that he would like me to choose a memento from amongst his wife’s things.
“Oh, no, really, Dr. Leidner,” I said. “I couldn’t. It’s much too kind of you.”
He insisted.
“But I should like you to have something. And Louise, I am sure, would have wished it.”
Then he went on to suggest that I should have her tortoiseshell toilet set!
“Oh, no, Dr. Leidner! Why, that’s a most expensive set. I couldn’t, really.”
“She had no sisters, you know—no one who wants these things. There is no one else to have them.”
I could quite imagine that he wouldn’t want them to fall into Mrs. Mercado’s greedy little hands. And I didn’t think he’d want to offer them to Miss Johnson.
He went on kindly: “You just think it over. By the way, here is the key of Louise’s jewel case. Perhaps you will find something there you would rather have. And I should be very grateful if you would pack up—all her clothes. I daresay Reilly can find a use for them amongst some of the poor Christian families in Hassanieh.”
I was very glad to be able to do that for him, and I expressed my willingness.
I set about it at once.
Mrs. Leidner had only had a very simple wardrobe with her and it was soon sorted and packed up into a couple of suitcases. All her papers had been in the small attaché case. The jewel case contained a few simple trinkets—a pearl ring, a diamond brooch, a small string of pearls, and one or two plain gold bar brooches of the safety pin type, and a string of large amber beads.
Naturally I wasn’t going to take the pearls or the diamonds, but I hesitated a bit between the amber beads and the toilet set. In the end, however, I didn’t see why I shouldn’t take the latter. It was a kindly thought on Dr. Leidner’s part, and I was sure there wasn’t any patronage about it. I’d take it in the spirit it had been offered, without any false pride. After all, I had been fond of her.
Well, that was all done and finished with. The suitcases packed, the jewel case locked up again and put separate to give to Dr. Leidner with the photograph of Mrs. Leidner’s father and one or two other personal little odds and ends.
