I'd really understand better if she'd tried to do something melodramatic - like taking a pot shot at me."
"You think that would be more like her - yes?"
"Frankly I do.
She's hot-blooded - and she's got an ungovernable temper.
I shouldn't be surprised at her doing anything while she was in a white-hot rage.
But this spying business -" He shook his head.
"It is more subtle - yes!
It is intelligent!"
Doyle stared at him.
"You don't understand. It's playing hell with Linnet's nerves."
"And yours?"
Simon looked at him with momentary surprise.
"Me?
I'd like to wring the little devil's neck."
"There is nothing, then, of the old feeling left?"
"My dear Monsieur Poirot - how can I put it?
It's like the moon when the sun comes out.
You don't know it's there any more.
When once I'd met Linnet - Jackie didn't exist."
"Tiens, c'est drфle зa!" muttered Poirot.
"I beg your pardon."
"Your simile interested me, that is all."
Again flushing, Simon said:
"I suppose Jackie told you that I'd only married Linnet for her money?
Well, that's a damned lie!
I wouldn't marry any woman for money!
What Jackie doesn't understand is that it's difficult for a fellow when - when - a woman cares for him as she cared for me."
Poirot looked up sharply.
Simon blundered on,
"It - it - sounds a caddish thing to say, but Jackie was too fond of me!"
"Un qui aime et un qui se laisse aimer," murmured Poirot.
"Eh?
What's that you say?
You see, a man doesn't want to feel that a woman cares more for him than he does for her." His voice grew warm as he went on. "He doesn't want to feel owned body and soul.
It's that damned possessive attitude!
This man is mine - he belongs to me!
That's the sort of thing I can't stick - no man could stick!
He wants to get away - to get free.
He wants to own his woman; he doesn't want her to own him."
He broke off, and with fingers that trembled slightly he lit a cigarette.
Poirot said, "And it is like that that you felt with Mademoiselle Jacqueline?"
"Eh?" Simon stared and then admitted: "Er - yes - well, yes, as a matter of fact I did.
She doesn't realize that, of course. And it's not the sort of thing I could ever tell her.
But I was feeling restless - and then I met Linnet, and she just swept me off my feet!
I'd never seen anything so lovely.
It was all so amazing.
Everyone kowtowing to her - and then her singling out a poor chump like me."
His tone held boyish awe and astonishment.
"I see," said Poirot.
He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes - I see."