to become forever
intertwined in people’s minds, just as Basil
Rathbone and Nigel Bruce were after those
twelve wonderful black and white Hollywood
adventures of Sherlock Holmes between
1939 and 1946.
Hugh was born in London but brought up
in the Midlands, and is married to the actress
Belinda Lang. He became a tremendous
support to me, someone I could rely on
every bit as much as Poirot did on his
Hastings, and I think I helped him too. But it
was very difficult for us to work out exactly
what our relationship should be on the
screen. It meant that we had to be very
aware about exactly where we stood or sat
in relation to the camera. In the end, we
decided that I should almost always be in
the foreground and he slightly behind, unless
the story dictated otherwise.
Quite rightly, Hugh didn’t want Hastings to
be a comedy character – a straight man, if
you like – because he thought, as I did, that
his character was there to represent the
audience in the story. That meant we had to
find a way of making sure that Hastings was
never allowed to look like a complete fool.
To help him with this, Hugh developed a
dead-pan expression to convey to the
audience that Hastings was someone who
may not have been hugely intelligent but
nevertheless represented the ordinary man.
As Hugh put it himself at the time, ‘One of
Hastings’ functions is to elucidate what is
going on in Poirot’s mind.’
One way Hugh decided to do that was to
use the phrases ‘Good heavens’ and ‘Good
Lord’
regularly,
as
a
gently
ironic
commentary on his attitude to Poirot. Was
he truly amazed? Or was he actually making
fun of the great detective? Whatever the
truth, it was a wonderful device, and it
worked.
The more upright and sensible Hastings
became, the more it allowed me to
accentuate
Poirot’s
foibles,
the
little
mannerisms that I knew lay at the heart of
his character. Hastings also gave me things
to react against – like his love of his dark-
green, open-top Lagonda car, for example,
as well as his delight in the English
countryside and sport, especially golf.
Both the car and the countryside of the
Lake District play their parts in The
Adventure of the Clapham Cook, where
Poirot amply displays his dislike of the
‘wasteland’ of the country on a trip to
Keswick, by stepping in a cow pat and
complaining that there is not one restaurant,
theatre or art gallery in sight.
It was Hugh who pointed out to me how
much money was being lavished on the sets,
props, costumes and background to make
the production look authentic. We were
walking across the Albert Bridge in Chelsea,
on our way back from Mrs Todd’s house in
Clapham, in a night scene, when Hugh said
to me, when the cameras weren’t rolling,
‘Look, they’ve even got a camera crane. And
have you seen how many vintage cars and
passers-by dressed in exactly the right
period clothes we have? It’s extraordinary.’
He was quite right, but it was the first
time that I had really noticed it, because I’d
been so caught up in my portrayal of Poirot.
No sooner had he pointed it out, however,
than I became even more nervous, as I knew
that it meant that a very great deal of
money and expectations were resting on my
shoulders. Later on, I discovered that London
Weekend Television, who financed that first
series for Brian Eastman, spent almost £5
million on the filming of those first ten
stories, an average of half a million pounds
per episode, a fortune in 1988.
Our first story not only allowed me to
introduce some of Poirot’s idiosyncrasies, it
also allowed me to show his finest qualities.
His kindness to Mrs Todd’s parlour maid, for
example, which leads him to the Lake
District and the missing cook’s ‘inheritance’
of an isolated cottage, his elaborate
politeness to everyone he meets, and his
habit of reading the Bible in bed every night.
The Adventure of the Clapham Cook