They found Superintendent Sugden in the room. He was kneeling by the safe and examining it with a magnifying glass. He looked up as they entered.

"This was opened with the key all right," he said. "By someone who knew the combination. No sign of anything else."

Poirot went up to him, drew him aside, and whispered something. The superintendent nodded and left the room.

Poirot turned to Stephen Farr, who was standing staring at the armchair in which Simeon Lee always sat. His brows were drawn together and the veins showed in his forehead. Poirot looked at him for a minute or two in silence, then he said: "You have the memories-yes?"

Stephen said slowly: "Two days ago he sat there alive-and now . . ."

Then, shaking off his absorption, he said: "Yes, M. Poirot, you brought me here to ask me something?"

"Ah, yes. You were, I think, the first person to arrive on the scene that night?"

"Was I? I don't remember. No, I think one of the ladies was here before me."

"Which lady?"

"One of the wives-George's wife or David's-I know they were both here pretty soon."

"You did not hear the scream, I think you said?"

"I don't think I did. I can't quite remember. Somebody did cry out but that may have been someone downstairs."

Poirot said: "You did not hear a noise like this?"

He threw his head back and suddenly gave vent to a piercing yell.

It was so unexpected that Stephen started backwards and nearly fell over. He said angrily: "For the Lord's sake, do you want to scare the whole house? No, I didn't hear anything in the least like that! You'll have the whole place by the ears again! They'll think another murder has happened!"

Poirot looked crestfallen. He murmured: "True . . . it was foolish . . . We must go at once."

He hurried out of the room. Lydia and Alfred were at the foot of the stairs peering up-George came out of the library to join them, and Pilar came running, a passport held in her hand.

Poirot cried: "It is nothing-nothing. Do not be alarmed. A little experiment that I make. That was all."

Alfred looked annoyed and George indignant. Poirot left Stephen to explain and he hurriedly slipped away along the passage to the other end of the house.

At the end of the passage Superintendent Sugden came quietly out of Pilar's door and met Poirot.

"Eh bien?" asked Poirot.

The superintendent shook his head.

"Not a sound."

His eyes met Poirot's appreciatively and he nodded.

V.

Alfred Lee said: "Then you accept, M. Poirot?"

His hand, as it went to his mouth, shook slightly. His mild brown eyes were alight with a new and feverish expression. He stammered slightly in his speech. Lydia, standing silently by, looked at him with some anxiety.

Alfred said: "You don't know-you c-c-can't imagine-what it m-m-means to me . . . My father's murderer must be f-f-found."

Poirot said: "Since you have assured me that you have reflected long and carefully-yes, I accept. But you comprehend, Mr. Lee, there can be no drawing back. I am not the dog one sets on to hunt and then recalls because you do not like the game he puts up!"

"Of course . . . of course . . . Everything is ready. Your bedroom is prepared. Stay as long as you like-"

Poirot said gravely: "It will not be long."

"Eh? What's that?"

"I said it will not be long. There is in this crime such a restricted circle that it cannot possibly take long to arrive at the truth. Already, I think, the end draws near."

Alfred stared at him, "Impossible!" he said.

"Not at all. The facts all point more or less clearly in one direction. There is just some irrelevant matter to be cleared out of the way. When this is done the truth will appear."

Alfred said incredulously: "You mean you know?"

Poirot smiled. "Oh, yes," he said. "I know."

Alfred said: "My father-my father-" He turned away.

Poirot said briskly: "There are, M. Lee, two requests that I have to make."

Alfred said in a muffled voice: "Anything-anything."

"Then, in the first place, I would like the portrait of M. Lee as a young man placed in the bedroom you are good enough to allot to me."

Alfred and Lydia stared at him.

The former said: "My father's portrait-but why?"

Poirot said with a wave of the hand: "It will-how shall I say-inspire me."

Lydia said sharply: "Do you propose, M. Poirot, to solve a crime by clairvoyance?"

"Let us say, madame, that I intend to use not only the eyes of the body, but the eyes of the mind."

She shrugged her shoulders.

Poirot continued: "Next, M. Lee, I should like to know of the true circumstances attending the death of your sister's husband, Juan Estravados."

Lydia said: "Is that necessary?"

"I want all the facts, madame."

Alfred said: "Juan Estravados, as the result of a quarrel about a woman, killed another man in a cafe."

"How did he kill him?"

Alfred looked appealingly at Lydia. She said evenly: "He stabbed him. Juan Estravados was not condemned to death, as there had been provocation. He was sentenced to a term of imprisonment and died in prison."

"Does his daughter know about her father?"

"I think not."

Alfred said: "No, Jennifer never told her."

"Thank you."

Lydia said: "You don't think that Pilar-Oh, it's absurd!"

Poirot said: "Now, M. Lee, will you give me some facts about your brother, M. Harry Lee?"

"What do you want to know?"

"I understand that he was considered somewhat of a disgrace to the family. Why?"

Lydia said: "It is so long ago. . . ."

Alfred said, the colour coming up in his face: "If you want to know, M. Poirot, he stole a large sum of money by forging my father's name to a cheque. Naturally my father didn't prosecute. Harry's always been crooked. He's been in trouble all over the world. Always cabling for money to get out of a scrape. He's been in and out of gaol here, there and everywhere."

Lydia said: "You don't really know all this, Alfred."

Alfred said angrily, his hands shaking: "Harry's no good-no good whatever! He never has been!"

Poirot said: "There is, I see, no love lost between you?"

Alfred said: "He victimized my father-victimized him shamefully!"

Lydia sighed-a quick, impatient sigh. Poirot heard it and gave her a sharp glance.

She said: "If only those diamonds could be found. I'm sure the solution lies there."

Poirot said: "They have been found, madame."

"What?"

Poirot said gently: "They were found in your little garden of the Dead Sea. . . ."

Lydia cried: "In my garden? How-how extraordinary!"

Poirot said softly: "Is it not, madame?"

PART SIX.

DECEMBER 27TH.

Alfred Lee said with a sigh: "That was better than I feared!"

They had just returned from the inquest.

Mr. Charlton, an old-fashioned type of solicitor with a cautious blue eye, had been present and had returned with them. He said: "Ah-I told you the proceedings would be purely formal-purely formal-there was bound to be an adjournment-to enable the police to gather up additional evidence."

George Lee said vexedly: "It is all most unpleasant-really most unpleasant-a terrible position in which to be placed! I myself am quite convinced that this crime was done by a maniac who somehow or other gained admittance to the house. That man Sugden is as obstinate as a mule. Colonel Johnson should enlist the aid of Scotland Yard. These local police are no good. Thickheaded. What about this man Horbury, for instance? I hear his past is definitely unsatisfactory but the police do nothing whatever about it."

Mr. Charlton said: "Ah-I believe the man Horbury has a satisfactory alibi covering the period of time in question. The police have accepted it."

"Why should they?" George fumed. "If I were they, I should accept such an alibi with reserve-with great reserve. Naturally, a criminal always provides himself with an alibi! It is the duty of the police to break down the alibi-that is, if they know their job."

"Well, well," said Mr. Charlton. "I don't think it's quite our business to teach the police their jobs, eh? Pretty competent body of men on the whole."

George shook his head darkly.

"Scotland Yard should be called in. I'm not at all satisfied with Superintendent Sugden-he may be painstaking-but he is certainly far from brilliant."

Mr. Charlton said: "I don't agree with you, you know. Sugden's a good man. Doesn't throw his weight about, but he gets there."

Lydia said: "I'm sure the police are doing their best. Mr. Charlton, will you have a glass of sherry?"

Mr. Charlton thanked her politely, but declined. Then, clearing his throat, he proceeded to the reading of the will, all members of the family being assembled.

He read it with a certain relish, lingering over its more obscure phraseology, and savouring its legal technicalities.

He came to the end, took off his glasses, wiped them, and looked round on the assembled company inquiringly.

Harry Lee said: "All this legal stuff's a bit hard to follow. Give us the bare bones of it, will you?"

"Really," said Mr. Charlton. "It's a perfectly simple will."

Harry said: "My God, what's a difficult will like then?"

Mr. Charlton rebuked him with a cold glance. He said: "The main provisions of the will are quite simple. Half Mr. Lee's property goes to his son, Mr. Alfred Lee, the remainder is divided between his other children."

Harry laughed unpleasantly. He said: "As usual, Alfred's struck lucky! Half my father's fortune! Lucky dog, aren't you, Alfred?"

Alfred flushed. Lydia said sharply: "Alfred was a loyal and devoted son to his father. He's managed the works for years and has had all the responsibility."

Harry said: "Oh, yes, Alfred was always the good boy."

Alfred said sharply: "You may consider yourself lucky, I think, Harry, that my father left you anything at all!"

Harry laughed, throwing his head back. He said: "You'd have liked it better if he'd cut me right out, wouldn't you? You've always disliked me."

Mr. Charlton coughed. He was used-only too well used-to the painful scenes that succeeded the reading of a will. He was anxious to get away before the usual family quarrel got too well under way.