Elephants Can Remember - Christie Agatha - Страница 6

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I've got to see whether she knows anything about all this, ask her if she'd like me to give her mother-in-law-to-be a raspberry, or whether there is any other way in which I can help her.

And I'd like to see the boy she's going to marry, too." "Quite right," said Poirot. "Excellent." "And I suppose," said Mrs. Oliver, "there might be people-" She broke off, frowning.

"I don't suppose people will be very much good," said Hercule Poirot. "This is an affair of the past. A cause celebre, perhaps at the time. But what is a cause celebre when you come to think of it? Unless it comes to an astonishing denouement, which this one didn't. Nobody remembers it." "No," said Mrs. Oliver, "that is quite true. There was a lot about it in the papers and mentions of it for some time, and then it just-faded out. Well, like things do now. Like that girl, the other day. You know, who left her home and they couldn't find her anywhere. Well, I mean, that was five or six years ago and then suddenly a little boy, playing about in a sand heap or a gravel pit or something, suddenly came across her dead body. Five or six years later." "That is true," said Poirot. "And it is true that knowing from the body how long it is since death and what happened on the particular day and going back over various events of which there is a written record, one may in the end turn up a murderer. But it will be more difficult in your problem since it seems the answer must be one of two things: that the husband disliked his wife and wanted to get rid of her, or that the wife hated her husband or else had a lover. Therefore, it might have been a passionate crime or something quite different. Anyway, there would be nothing, as it were, to find out about it. If the police could not find out at the time, then the motive must have been a difficult one, not easy to see.

Therefore it has remained a nine days' wonder, that is all." T suppose I can go to the daughter. Perhaps that is what t 25 that odious woman was getting me to do-wanted me to do.

She thought the daughter knew-well, the daughter might have known," said Mrs. Oliver. "Children do, you know. They know the most extraordinary things." "Have you any idea how old this goddaughter of yours would have been at the time?" "Well, I have if I reckon it up, but I can't say offhand. I think she might have been nine or ten, but perhaps older, I don't know. I think that she was away at school at the time.

But that may be just my fancy, remembering back what I read." "But you think Mrs. Burton-Cox's wish was to make you get information from the daughter? Perhaps the daughter knows something, perhaps she said something to the son, and the son said something to his mother. I expect Mrs. BurtonCox tried to question the girl herself and got rebuffed, but thought the famous Mrs. Oliver, being both a godmother and also full of criminal knowledge, might obtain information.

Though why it should matter to her, I still don't see," said Poirot. "And it does not seem to me that what you call vaguely 'people' can help after all this time," He added, "Would anybody remember?" "Well, that's where I think they might," said Mrs. Oliver.

"You surprise me," said Poirot, looking at her with a somewhat puzzled face. "Do people remember?" "Well," said Mrs. Oliver. "I was really thinking of elephants." "Elephants?" As he had thought often before, Poirot thought that really Mrs. Oliver was the most unaccountable woman. Why suddenly elephants?

"I was thinking of elephants at the lunch yesterday," said Mrs. Oliver.

"Why were you thinking of elephants?" said Poirot with some curiosity.

"Well, I was really thinking of teeth. You know, things one tries to eat, and if you've got some sort of false teeth-well, you can't do it very well. You know, you've got to know what you can eat and what you can't." "Ah!" said Poirot with a deep sigh. "Yes, yes. The dentists, they can do much for you, but not everything." "Quite so. And then I thought of-you know-our teeth being only bone and so not awfully good, and how nice it would be to be a dog, who has really ivory teeth. And then I thought of anyone else who has ivory teeth, and I thought about walruses and-oh, other things like that. And I thought about elephants. Of course when you think of ivory, you do think of elephants, don't you? Great big elephant tusks." "That is very true," said Poirot, still not seeing the point of what Mrs. Oliver was saying.

"So I thought that what we've really got to do is to get at the people who are like elephants. Because elephants, so they say, don't forget." "I have heard the phrase, yes," said Poirot.

"Elephants don't forget," said Mrs. Oliver. "You know, a story children get brought up on? How someone, an Indian tailor, stuck a needle or something in an elephant's tusk. No.

Not a tusk, his trunk, of course, an elephant's trunk. And the next time the elephant came past he had a great mouthful of water and he splashed it out all over the tailor, though he hadn't seen him for several years. He hadn't forgotten. He remembered. That's the point, you see. Elephants remember.

What I've got to do is-I've got to get in touch with some elephants." "I do not know yet if I quite see what you mean," said Hercule Poirot. "Who are you classifying as elephants? You sound as though you were going for information to the zoo." "Well, it's not exactly like that," said Mrs. Oliver. "Not elephants, as elephants, but the way people up to a point would resemble elephants. There are some people who do remember. In fact, one does remember queer things. I mean, there are a lot of things that I remember very well. They happened-I remember a birthday party I had when I was five, and a pink cake-a lovely pink cake. It had a sugar bird on it. And I remember the day my canary flew away and I cried. And I remember another day when I went into a field and there was a bull there and somebody said it would gore me, and I was terrified and wanted to run out of the field.

Well, I remember that quite well. It was a Tuesday, too. I don't know why I should remember it was a Tuesday, but it was a Tuesday. And I remember a wonderful picnic with blackberries. I remember getting pricked terribly, but getting more blackberries than anyone else. It was wonderful! By that time I was nine, I think. But one needn't go back as far as that. I mean, I've been to hundreds of weddings in my life, but when I look back on a wedding there are only two that I remember particularly. One where I was a bridesmaid. It took place in the New Forest, I remember, and I can't remember who was there actually. I think it was a cousin of mine getting married. I didn't know her very well, but she wanted a good many bridesmaids and, well, I came in handy, I suppose.

But I know another wedding. That was a friend of mine in the Navy. He was nearly drowned in a submarine, and then he was saved again, and then the girl he was engaged to, her people didn't want her to marry him, but then he did marry her after that and I was one other bridesmaids at the marriage.

Well, I mean, there's always things you do remember." "I see your point," said Poirot. "I find it interesting. So you will go a la recherche des elephants'?" "That's right. I'd have to get the date right." "There," said Poirot, "I hope I may be able to help you." "And then I'll think of people I knew about at that time, people that I may have known who also knew the same friends that I did, who probably knew General What-not. People who may have known them abroad, but whom I also knew although I mayn't have seen them for a good many years. You can look up people, you know, that you haven't seen for a long time. Because people are always quite pleased to see someone coming up out of the past, even if they can't remember very much about you. And then you naturally will talk about the things that were happening at that date, that you remember about." "Very interesting," said Poirot. "I think you are very well equipped for what you propose to do. People who knew the Ravenscrofts either well or not very well; people who lived in the same part of the world where the thing happened or who might have been staying there. More difficult, but I think one could get at it. And so, somehow or other one would try different things. Start a little talk going about what happened, what they think happened, what anyone else has ever told you about what might have happened. About any love affairs the husband or wife had, about any money that somebody might have inherited. I think you could scratch up a lot of things." "Oh, dear," said Mrs. Oliver, "I'm afraid really I'm just a nosey-parker." "You've been given an assignment," said Poirot, "not by someone you like, not by someone you wish to oblige, but someone you entirely dislike. That does not matter. You are still on a quest-a quest of knowledge. You take your own path. It is the path of the elephants. The elephants may remember. Bow voyage," said Poirot.

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