Detective and mystery stories; Poirot, Hercule (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Private investigators -- England -- Fiction
“_My Friend:___
“You will know all when you get this. Nothing that I can say will
move Bella. She has gone out to give herself up. I am tired out
with struggling.
“You will know now that I deceived you, that where you gave me
trust I repaid you with lies. It will seem, perhaps, indefensible
to you, but I should like, before I go out of your life for ever,
to show you just how it all came about. If I knew that you forgave
me, it would make life easier for me. It wasn’t for myself I did
it—that’s the only thing I can put forward to say for myself.
“I’ll begin from the day I met you in the boat train from Paris. I
was uneasy then about Bella. She was just desperate about Jack
Renauld, she’d have lain down on the ground for him to walk on, and
when he began to change, and to stop writing so often, she began
getting in a state. She got it into her head that he was keen on
another girl—and of course, as it turned out afterwards, she was
quite right there. She’d made up her mind to go to their Villa at
Merlinville, and try and see Jack. She knew I was against it, and
tried to give me the slip. I found she was not on the train at
Calais, and determined I would not go on to England without her.
I’d an uneasy feeling that something awful was going to happen if I
couldn’t prevent it.
“I met the next train from Paris. She was on it, and set upon going
out then and there to Merlinville. I argued with her for all I was
worth, but it wasn’t any good. She was all strung up and set upon
having her own way. Well, I washed my hands of it. I’d done all I
could! It was getting late. I went to an hotel, and Bella started
for Merlinville. I still couldn’t shake off my feeling of what the
books call ‘impending disaster.’
“The next day came—but no Bella. She’d made a date with me to meet
at the hotel, but she didn’t keep it. No sign of her all day. I got
more and more anxious. Then came an evening paper with the news.
“It was awful! I couldn’t be sure, of course—but I was terribly
afraid. I figured it out that Bella had met Papa Renauld and told
him about her and Jack, and that he’d insulted her or something
like that. We’ve both got terribly quick tempers.
“Then all the masked foreigner business came out, and I began to
feel more at ease. But it still worried me that Bella hadn’t kept
her date with me.
“By the next morning, I was so rattled that I’d just got to go and
see what I could. First thing, I ran up against you. You know all
that… When I saw the dead man, looking so like Jack, and wearing
Jack’s fancy overcoat, I knew! And there was the identical
paper-knife—wicked little thing!—that Jack had given Bella! Ten to
one it had her finger-marks on it. I can’t hope to explain to you
the sort of helpless horror of that moment. I only saw one thing
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