nowadays and all that. But they wouldnât do a thing like this, Iâm sure. Joyce was only a childâthirteen years old.â
âI donât want to distress you by staying here too long, Madame, or to ask you difficult questions. That already, I am sure, the police are doing elsewhere, and I donât want to upset you by dwelling on painful facts. It was just concerning a remark that your daughter made at the party. You were not there yourself, I think?â
âWell, no, I wasnât. I havenât been very well lately and childrenâs parties can be very tiring. I drove them there, and then later I came back to fetch them. The three children went together, you know. Ann, thatâs the older one, she is sixteen, and Leopold who is nearly eleven. What was it Joyce said that you wanted to know about?â
âMrs. Oliver, who was there, will tell you what your daughterâs words were exactly. She said, I believe, that she had once seen a murder committed.â
âJoyce? Oh, she couldnât have said a thing like that. What murder could she possibly have seen committed?â
âWell, everyone seems to think it was rather unlikely,â said Poirot. âI just wondered if you thought it likely. Did she ever speak to you about such a thing?â
âSeeing a murder? Joyce?â
âYou must remember,â said Poirot, âthat the term murder might have been used by someone of Joyceâs age in a rather loose way. It might have been just a question of somebody being run over by a car, or of children fighting together perhaps and one pushing another into a stream or over a bridge. Something that was not meant seriously, but which had an unfortunate result.â
âWell, I canât think of anything like that happening here that Joyce could have seen, and she certainly never said anything about it to me. She must have been joking.â
âShe was very positive,â said Mrs. Oliver. âShe kept on saying that it was true and that sheâd seen it.â
âDid anyone believe her?â asked Mrs. Reynolds.
âI donât know,â said Poirot.
âI donât think they did,â said Mrs. Oliver, âor perhaps they didnât want toâerâwell, encourage her by saying they believed it.â
âThey were inclined to jeer at her and say she was making it all up,â said Poirot, less kindhearted than Mrs. Oliver.
âWell, that wasnât very nice of them,â said Mrs. Reynolds. âAsthough Joyce would tell a lot of lies about things like that.â She looked flushed and indignant.
âI know. It seems unlikely,â said Poirot. âIt was more possible, was it not, that she might have made a mistake, that she might have seen something she did think could have been described as a murder. Some accident, perhaps.â
âSheâd have said something about it to me, if so, wouldnât she?â said Mrs. Reynolds, still indignant.
âOne would think so,â said Poirot. âShe did not say so at any time in the past? You might have forgotten. Especially if it wasnât really important.â
âWhen do you mean?â
âWe donât know,â said Poirot. âThat is one of the difficulties. It might have been three weeks agoâor three years. She said she had been âquite youngâ at the time. What does a thirteen-year-old consider quite young? There was no sensational happening round here that you can recall?â
âOh, I donât think so. I mean, you do hear of things. Or read about them in the papers. You know, I mean women being attacked, or a girl and her young man, or things like that. But nothing important that I can remember, nothing that Joyce took an interest in or anything of that kind.â
âBut if Joyce said positively she saw a murder, would you think she really thought so?â
âShe wouldnât say so unless she
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