"Did she always do that?"
"Invariably."
Hercule Poirot said: "What time did she usually come downstairs?"
"Oh! between ten and eleven - usually nearer eleven."
Poirot went on: "If she were to descend at ten o'clock exactly, that would be rather surprising?"
"Yes.
She wasn't often down as early as that."
"But she was this morning.
Why do you think that was, Captain Marshall?"
Marshall said unemotionally:
"Haven't the least idea.
Might have been the weather - extra fine day and all that."
"You missed her?"
Kenneth Marshall shifted a little in his chair. He said: "Looked in on her again after breakfast. Room was empty. I was a bit surprised."
"And then you came down on the beach and asked me if I had seen her?"
"Er - yes." He added with a faint emphasis in his voice:
"And you said you hadn't..."
The innocent eyes of Hercule Poirot did not falter. Gently, he caressed his large and flamboyant moustache.
Weston said: "Had you any special reason for wanting to find your wife this morning?"
Marshall shifted his glance amiably to the Chief Constable. He said: "No, just wondered where she was, that's all."
Weston paused. He moved his chair slightly. His voice fell into a different key. He said: "Just now, Captain Marshall, you mentioned that your wife had a previous acquaintance with Mr Patrick Redfern.
How well did your wife know Mr Redfern?"
Kenneth Marshall said: "Mind if I smoke?"
He felt through his pockets. "Dash! I've mislaid my pipe somewhere." Poirot offered him a cigarette which he accepted. Lighting it, he said:
"You were asking about Redfern. My wife told me she had come across him at some cocktail party or other."
"He was, then, just a casual acquaintance?" "I believe so."
"Since then -" the Chief Constable paused. "I understand that that acquaintanceship has ripened into something rather closer."
Marshall said sharply:
"You understand that, do you?
Who told you so?"
"It is the common gossip of the hotel."
For a moment Marshall's eyes went to Hercule Poirot. They dwelt on him with a kind of cold anger.
He said: "Hotel gossip is usually a tissue of lies!"
"Possibly.
But I gather that Mr Redfern and your wife gave some grounds for the gossip."
"What grounds?"
"They were constantly in each other's company."
"Is that all?"
"You do not deny that that was so?"
"May have been.
I really didn't notice."
"You did not - excuse me, Captain Marshall - object to your wife's friendship with Mr Redfern?"
"I wasn't in the habit of criticizing my wife's conduct."
"You did not protest or object in any way?"
"Certainly not."
"Not even though it was becoming a subject of scandal and an estrangement was growing up between Mr Redfern and his wife?"
Kenneth Marshall said coldly: "I mind my own business and I expect other people to mind theirs.
I don't listen to gossip and tittle tattle."
"You won't deny that Mr Redfern admired your wife?"
"He probably did.