Poirot waved an airy hand. "A nuance - nothing more!
Nothing to go upon."
Battle continued. "You two gentlemen won't say what you think -"
"No evidence," said Race curtly.
"Oh, you men!" sighed Mrs. Oliver, despising such reticence.
"Let's look at the rough possibilities," said Battle. He considered a minute. "I put the doctor first, I think.
Specious sort of customer.
Would know the right spot to shove the dagger in.
But there's not much more than that to it.
Then take Despard.
There's a man with any amount of nerve.
A man accustomed to take quick decisions and a man who's quite at home doing dangerous things.
Mrs. Lorrimer?
She's got any amount of nerve, too, and she's the sort of woman who might have a secret in her life.
She looks as though she's known trouble.
On the other hand I'd say she's what I call a high principled woman - sort of woman who might be headmistress of a girls' school.
It isn't easy to think of her sticking a knife into anyone. In fact, I don't think she did.
And lastly there's little Miss Meredith.
We don't know anything about her.
She seems an ordinary, good-looking, rather shy girl.
But one doesn't know, as I say, anything about her."
"We know that Shaitana believed she had committed murder," said Poirot.
"The angelic face masking the demon," mused Mrs. Oliver.
"This getting us anywhere, Battle?" asked Colonel Race.
"Unprofitable speculation, you think, sir?
Well, there's bound to be speculation in a case like this."
"Isn't it better to find out something about these people?"
Battle smiled. "Oh, we shall be hard at work on that.
I think you could help us there."
"Certainly.
How?"
"As regards Major Despard. He's been abroad a lot - in South America, in East Africa, in South Africa - you've means of knowing those parts.
You could get information about him."
Race nodded.
"It shall be done.
I'll get all available data."
"Oh," cried Mrs. Oliver. "I've got a plan.
There are four of us - four sleuths as you might say - and four of them!
How would it be if we each took one?
Backed our fancy!
Colonel Race takes Major Despard, Superintendent Battle takes Doctor Roberts. I'll take Anne Meredith, and Monsieur Poirot takes Mrs. Lorrimer.
Each of us to follow our own line!"
Superintendent Battle shook his head decisively.
"Couldn't quite do that, Mrs. Oliver.
This is official, you see.
I'm in charge.
I've got to investigate all lines.
Besides it's all very well to say back your fancy.
Two of us might want to back the same horse!
Colonel Race hasn't said he suspects Major Despard.