One, Two, Buckle My Shoe by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-06-27T07:57:29.673000+00:00

As they went down the stairs again to Number 42, Japp ejaculated with feeling:

"Shades of Phillips Oppenheim, Valentine Williams and William le Quex! I think I'm going mad!"

That smart young man, Sergeant Beddoes, was awaiting them. He said respectfully:

"Haven't been able to get anything helpful from the maid, sir. Mrs. Chapman changed maids pretty often, it seems. This one had only worked for her a month or two. She says Mrs. Chapman was a nice lady, fond of the radio and pleasant spoken. Girl was of opinion the husband was a gay deceiver but that Mrs. Chapman didn't suspect it. She got letters from abroad sometimes, some from Germany, two from America, one from Italy and one from Russia. The girl's young man collects stamps, and Mrs. Chapman used to give them to her off the letters."

"Anything among Mrs. Chapman's papers?"

"Absolutely nothing, sir. She didn't keep much. A few bills and receipted accounts - all local. Some old theatre programmes, one or two cookery recipes cut out of the papers, and a pamphlet about zenana missions."

"And we can guess who brought that here. She doesn't sound like a murderess, does she? And yet that's what it seems to be. She's bound to be an accomplice anyway. No strange men seen about that evening?"

"The porter doesn't remember any - but then I don't suppose he would by now, and anyway it's a big block of flats - people always going in and out. He can only fix the date of Miss Sainsbury Seale's visit because he was taken off to the hospital the next day and was actually feeling rather bad that evening."

"Anybody in the other flats hear anything out of the way?"

The younger man shook his head.

"I've inquired at the flat above this and the one below. Nobody can remember hearing anything unusual. Both of them had their radios on, I gather."

The divisional surgeon came out of the bathroom where he had been washing his hands.

"Most unsavory corpse," he said cheerfully. "Send her along when you're ready and we'll get down to brass tacks."

"No idea of the cause of death, doctor?"

"Impossible to say until I've done the autopsy. Those face injuries were definitely inflicted after death, I should say. But I shall know better when I've got her at the mortuary. Middle-aged woman, quite healthy - grey hair at the roots but tinted blonde. There may be distinguishing marks on the body - if there aren't, it may be a job to identify her - oh, you know who she is? That's splendid. What? Missing woman there's been all the fuss about? Well, you know, I never read the papers. Just do the crosswords."

Japp said bitterly:

"And that's publicity for you!" as the doctor went out.

Poirot was hovering over the desk. He picked up a small brown address book.

The indefatigable Beddoes said:

"Nothing of special interest there - mostly hairdressers, dressmakers, etc. I've noted down any private names and addresses."

Poirot opened the book at the letter D.

He read Dr. Davis, 17 Prince Albert Road; Drake and Pomponetti, Fishmongers.

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