thinking really of them. No, I donât think they believed what Joyce was saying. They thought she was making up things.â
âDid you think that, too?â
âWell, I did really,â said Mrs. Oliver. âOf course,â she added, âMrs. Drake would like to believe that the murder never really happened, but she canât very well go as far as that, can she?â
âI understand that this may be painful for her.â
âI suppose it is in a way,â said Mrs. Oliver, âbut I think that bynow, you know, she is actually getting quite pleased to talk about it. I donât think she likes to have to bottle it up all the time.â
âDo you like her?â asked Poirot. âDo you think sheâs a nice woman?â
âYou do ask the most difficult questions. Embarrassing ones,â said Mrs. Oliver. âIt seems the only thing you are interested in is whether people are nice or not. Rowena Drake is the bossy typeâlikes running things and people. She runs this whole place more or less, I should think. But runs it very efficiently. It depends if you like bossy women. I donât muchââ
âWhat about Joyceâs mother whom we are on our way to see?â
âSheâs quite a nice woman. Rather stupid, I should think. Iâm sorry for her. Itâs pretty awful to have your daughter murdered, isnât it? And everyone here thinks it was a sex crime which makes it worse.â
âBut there was no evidence of sexual assault, or so I understand?â
âNo, but people like to think these things happen. It makes it more exciting. You know what people are like.â
âOne thinks one doesâbut sometimesâwellâwe do not really know at all.â
âWouldnât it be better if my friend Judith Butler was to take you to see Mrs. Reynolds? She knows her quite well, and Iâm a stranger to her.â
âWe will do as planned.â
âThe Computer Programme will go on,â murmured Mrs. Oliver rebelliously.
Seven
M rs. Reynolds was a complete contrast to Mrs. Drake. There was no air of poised competence about her, nor indeed was there ever likely to be.
She was wearing conventional black, had a moist handkerchief clasped in her hand and was clearly prepared to dissolve into tears at any moment.
âItâs very kind of you, Iâm sure,â she said to Mrs. Oliver, âto bring a friend of yours down here to help us.â She put a damp hand into Poirotâs and looked at him doubtfully. âAnd if he can help in any way Iâm sure Iâll be very grateful, though I donât see what anyone can do. Nothing will bring her back, poor child. Itâs awful to think of. How anyone could deliberately kill anyone of that age. If she had only cried outâthough I suppose he rammed her head under water straight away and held it there. Oh, I canât bear to think of it. I really canât.â
âIndeed, Madame, I do not want to distress you. Please do not think of it. I only want to ask you a few questions that might helpâhelp, that is, to find your daughterâs murderer. Youâve no idea yourself, I suppose, who it can possibly be?â
âHow could I have any idea? I shouldnât have thought there was anyone, anyone living here, I mean. This is such a nice place. And the people living here are such nice people. I suppose it was just someoneâsome awful man who came in through one of the windows. Perhaps heâd taken drugs or something. He saw the light and that it was a party, so he gate-crashed.â
âYou are quite sure that the assailant was male?â
âOh, it must have been.â Mrs. Reynolds sounded shocked. âIâm sure it was. It couldnât have been a woman, could it?â
âA woman might have been strong enough.â
âWell, I suppose in a way I know what you mean. You mean women are much more athletic
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