Elephants Can Remember - Christie Agatha - Страница 23

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There aren't any. What happened is a thing that happened years ago when Celia was only a child, or a schoolgirl at least.

And there was a tragedy, the sort of thing that happens- well, it happens every day, any time. Two people you know whom something has upset very much and they commit suicide.

A sort of suicide pact, this was. Nobody knew very much about it or why, or anything like that. But, after all, it happens and it's no business really of people's children to worry about it. I mean, if they know the facts, that's quite enough, I should think. And it's no business of my mother's at all." "As one journeys through life," said Poirot, "one finds more and more that people are often interested in things that are none of their own business. Even more so than they are in things that could be considered as their own business." "But this is all over. Nobody knew much about it or anything.

But, you see, my mother keeps asking questions. Wants to know things, and she's got at Celia. She's got Celia into a state where she doesn't really know whether she wants to marry me or not." "And you? You know if you want to marry her still?" "Yes, of course I know. I mean to marry her. I'm quite determined to marry her. But she's got upset. She wants to know things. She wants to know why all this happened and she thinks-I'm sure she's wrong-she thinks that my mother knows something about it. That she's heard something about it.

"Well, I have much sympathy for you," said Poirot, "but it seems to me that if you are sensible young people and if you want to marry, there is no reason why you should not. I may say that I have been given some information at my request about this sad tragedy. As you say, it is a matter that happened many years ago. There was no full explanation of it.

There never has been. But in life one cannot have explanations of all the sad things that happen." "It was a suicide pact," said the boy. "It couldn't have been anything else. But-well…" "You want to know the cause of it. Is that it?" "Well, yes, that's it. That's what Celia's been worried about, and she's almost made me worried. Certainly my mother is worried, though, as I've said, it's absolutely no business of hers. I don't think any fault is attached to anyone. I mean, there wasn't a row or anything. The trouble is, of course, that we don't know. Well, I mean, I shouldn't know anyway because I wasn't there." "You didn't know General and Lady Ravenscroft or Celia?" "I've known Celia more or less all my life. You see, the people I went to for holidays and her people lived next door to each other when we were very young. You know-just children. And we always liked each other, and got on together and all that. And then, of course, for a long time all that passed over. I didn't meet Celia for a great many years after that. Her parents, you see, were in Malaya, and so were mine.

I think they met each other again there-I mean my father and mother. My father's dead, by the way. But I think when my mother was in India she heard things and she's remembered now what she heard and she's worked herself up about them and she sort of-sort of thinks things that can't possibly be true. I'm sure they aren't true. But she's determined to worry Celia about them. I want to know what really happened.

Celia wants to know what really happened. What it was all about. And why? And how? Not just people's silly stories." "Yes," said Poirot, "it is not unnatural perhaps that you should both feel that. Celia, I should imagine, more than you.

She is more disturbed by it than you are. But, if I may say so, does it really matter? What matters is the now, the present. The girl you want to marry, the girl who wants to marry you-what has the past to do with you? Does it matter whether her parents had a suicide pact or whether they died in an airplane accident or one of them was killed in an accident and the other one later committed suicide? Whether there were love affairs which came into their lives and made for unhappiness." "Yes," said Desmond Burton-Cox, "yes, I think what you say is sensible and quite right but-well, things have been built up in such a way that I've got to make sure that Celia is satisfied. She's-she's a person who minds about things although she doesn't talk about them much." "Has it not occurred to you," said Hercule Poirot, "that it may be very difficult, if not impossible, to find out what really happened?" "You mean which of them killed the other or why, or that one shot the other and then himself. Not unless-not unless there had been something," "Yes, but that something would have been in the past, so why does it matter now?" "It oughtn't to matter-it wouldn't matter but for my mother interfering, poking about in things. It wouldn't have mattered.

I don't suppose that, well, Celia's ever thought much about it.

I think probably that she was away at school in Switzerland at the time the tragedy happened and nobody told her much and, well, when you're a teen-ager or younger still you just accept things as something that happened, but that's not anything to do with you really." "Then don't you think that perhaps you're wanting the impossible?" "I want you to find out," said Desmond. "Perhaps it's not the kind of thing that you can find out, or that you like finding out-" "I have no objection to finding out," said Poirot. "In fact one has even a certain-curiosity, shall I say. Tragedies, things that arise as a matter of grief, surprise, shock, illness-they are human tragedies, human things, and it is only natural that if one's attention is drawn to them one should want to know. What I say is, is it wise or necessary to rake up things?" "Perhaps it isn't," said Desmond, "but you see…" "And also," said Poirot, interrupting him, "don't you agree with me that it is rather an impossible thing to do after all this time?" "No," said Desmond, "that's where I don't agree with you. I think it would be quite possible." "Very interesting," said Poirot. "Why do you think it would be quite possible?" "Because-" "Of what? You have a reason." "I think there are people who would know. I think there are people who could tell you if they were willing to tell you.

People, perhaps, who would not wish to tell me, who would not wish to tell Celia, but you might find out from them." "That is interesting," said Poirot.

"Things happened," said Desmond. "Things happened in the past. I-I've sort of heard about them in a vague way.

There was some mental trouble. There was someone-I don't know who exactly, I think it might have been Lady Ravenscroft-I think she was in a mental home for years. Quite a long time. Some tragedy had happened when she was quite young. Some child who died or an accident. Something that- well, she was concerned in it in some way." "It is not what you know of your own knowledge, I presume?" "No. It's something my mother said. Something she heard.

She heard it in India, I think. Gossip there from other people.

You know how they get together in the Services, people like that, and the women all gossip together-all the mem-sahibs.

Saying things that mightn't be true at all." "And you want to know whether they were true or were not true?" "Yes, and I don't know how to find out myself. Not now, because it was a long time ago and I don't know who to ask. I don't know who to go to, but until we really find out what did happen and why-" "What you mean is," said Poirot, "at least I think I am right, only this is pure surmise on my part, Celia Ravenscroft does not want to marry you unless she is quite sure that there is no mental flaw passed to her presumably by her mother. Is that it?" "I think that is what she has got into her head somehow.

And I think my mother put it there. I think it's what my mother wants to believe. I don't think she's any reason really for believing it except ill-mannered spite and gossip and all the rest of it." "It will not be a very easy thing to investigate," said Poirot.

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