"He must have heard it from Mrs. Luxmore.
Easy enough to get the story out of her.
That sort of thing would have amused him."
"It might have been a dangerous story - to you - in the hands of a man like Shaitana."
Despard shrugged his shoulders.
"I wasn't afraid of Shaitana."
Poirot didn't answer.
Despard said quietly, "That again you have to take my word for. It's true enough, I suppose, that I had a kind of motive for Shaitana's death.
Well, the truth's out now; take it or leave it."
Poirot held out a hand.
"I will take it, Major Despard.
I have no doubt at all that things in South America happened exactly as you have described."
Despard's face lighted up.
"Thanks," he said laconically. And he clasped Poirot's hand warmly.
Chapter 22 EVIDENCE FROM COMBEACRE
Superintendent Battle was in the police station of Combeacre.
Inspector Harper, rather red in the face, talked in a slow, pleasing Devonshire voice.
"That's how it was, sir.
Seemed all as right as rain.
The doctor was satisfied.
Everyone was satisfied.
Why not?"
"Just give me the facts about the two bottles again.
I want to get it quite clear."
"Syrup of Figs, that's what the bottle was.
She took it regular, it seems.
Then there was this hat paint she'd been using, or rather the young lady, her companion, had been using for her.
Brightening up a garden hat.
There was a good deal left over, and the bottle broke, and Mrs. Benson herself said,
'Put it in that old bottle - the Syrup of Figs bottle.'
That's all right.
The servants heard her.
The young lady, Miss Meredith, and the housemaid and the parlormaid - they all agree on that.
The hat paint was put into the old Syrup of Figs bottle and it was put up on the top shelf in the bathroom with other odds and ends."
"Not relabeled?"
"No.
Careless, of course; the coroner commented on that."
"Go on."
"On this particular night the deceased went into the bathroom, took down a Syrup of Figs bottle, poured herself out a good dose and drank it.
Realized what she'd done, and they sent off at once for the doctor.
He was out on a case and it was sometime before they could get at him.
They did all they could, but she died."
"She herself believed it to be an accident?"
"Oh, yes; everyone thought so.
It seems clear the bottles must have got mixed up somehow.
It was suggested the housemaid did it when she dusted, but she swears she didn't."
Superintendent Battle was silent, thinking.
Such an easy business.
A bottle taken down from an upper shelf, put in place of the other.
So difficult to trace a mistake like that to its source.