Closed Casket: The New Hercule Poirot Mystery (Hercule Poirot Mystery 2) Read Online Free

end. The curtains had not been drawn for the night, though it was dark outside—and darker for the time of day in Clonakilty than in London, I noticed.
    Poirot closed the drawing room door. At last, I took a proper look at my old friend. He looked plumper than when I had last seen him, and his moustache seemed larger and more prominent, at least from across the room. As he moved towards me, I decided that in fact he looked exactly the same, and rather it was I whose imagination had shrunk him to a manageable size.
    ‘What a great pleasure to see you,
mon ami
! I could not believe it when I arrived and Lady Playford told me that you were to be among the guests for the week.’
    His pleasure was evident, and I felt a pang of guilt because my own feelings were less straightforward. I was heartened by his good spirits and relieved that he did not seem in the least disappointed in me. In Poirot’s presence, it is easy to feel that one is a disappointing specimen.
    ‘You did not know I was coming until you arrived here today?’ I asked.
    ‘
Non
. I must ask you at once, Catchpool.
Why
are you here?’
    ‘For the same reason as you are, I should think. Athelinda Playford wrote and asked me to come. It is not every day that one is invited to spend a week in the home of a famous writer. I read a few of her books as a child, and—’
    ‘No, no. You misunderstand me. I chose to come for the same reason—though I have not read any of her books. Please do not tell her so. What I meant to ask was, why does Lady Playford want us here, you and me? I imagined she had perhaps invited Hercule Poirot because, like her, he is the most famous and acclaimed in his field. Now I know that cannot be so, for you are here also. I wonder … Lady Playford must have read about the business in London, the Bloxham Hotel.’
    Having no desire to discuss the business in question, I said, ‘Before I knew I would meet you here, I fancied she had invited me to ask me about police matters, so that she can get the detail right in her books. They would certainly benefit from a more realistic—’
    ‘
Oui, oui, bien
sûr
. Tell me, Catchpool, do you have with you the letter of invitation?’
    ‘Hm?’
    ‘Sent to you by Lady Playford.’
    ‘Oh, yes. It’s in my pocket.’ I fished it out and handed it to him.
    He cast his eye over it and passed it back to me, saying, ‘It is the same as the one sent to me. It reveals nothing. Maybe you are right. I wonder if she wishes to consult us in our professional capacities.’
    ‘But … you have seen her, you said. Did you not ask her?’
    ‘
Mon ami
, what sort of oafish guest demands of his hostess on arrival, “What do you want from me?” It would be impolite.’
    ‘She did not volunteer any information? A hint?’
    ‘There was barely time. I arrived only a few minutes before she had to go to her study to prepare for a meeting with her lawyer.’
    ‘The one who was on the stairs? The, er, rather large gentleman?’
    ‘Mr Orville Rolfe? No, no. He is a lawyer too, but the one with whom Lady Playford had a meeting at four o’clock was a different man. I saw him also. His name is Michael Gathercole. One of the tallest men I have met. He looked very uncomfortable about having to carry himself around.’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘Only that he gave the impression of wishing he could discard his own skin.’
    ‘Oh. I see.’ I did not see at all, but I feared that asking for further clarification would have the opposite effect.
    Poirot shook his head. ‘Come, take off your coat and sit,’ he said. ‘It is a puzzle. Particularly when one considers who else is here.’
    ‘I wonder if it would be possible to ask someone to bring some tea,’ I said, looking around. ‘I would have expected the butler to have sent a maid by now, if Lady Playford is busy.’
    ‘I insisted upon no interruptions. I had some refreshments upon arrival, and soon drinks will be served in this room, I am told. We do not