"The watch you have on now?"
Linda glanced down at her wrist.
"Yes."
Weston said: "Mind if I see?"
She held out her wrist. He compared the watch with his own and with the hotel clock on the wall.
He said, smiling: "Correct to a second.
And after that you had a bathe?"
"Yes."
"And you got back to the hotel - when?"
"Just about one o'clock.
And - and then - I heard - about Arlena..." Her voice changed.
Colonel Weston said: "Did you - er - get on with your stepmother all right?"
She looked at him for a minute without replying.
Then she said: "Oh, yes."
Poirot asked: "Did you like her, Mademoiselle?"
Linda said again: "Oh, yes."
She added: "Arlena was quite kind to me."
Weston said with rather uneasy facetiousness: "Not the cruel stepmother, eh?"
Linda shook her head without smiling.
Weston said: "That's good. That's good.
Sometimes, you know, there's a bit of difficulty in families - jealousy - all that.
Girl and her father great pals and then she resents it a bit when he's all wrapped up in the new wife. You didn't feel like that, eh?"
Linda stared at him. She said with obvious sincerity: "Oh, no."
Weston said: "I suppose your father was - er - very wrapped up in her?"
Linda said simply: "I don't know."
Weston went on: "All sorts of difficulties, as I say, arise in families. Quarrels - rows - that sort of thing. If husband and wife get ratty with each other, that's a bit awkward for a daughter, too.
Anything of that sort?"
Linda said clearly: "Do you mean, did Father and Arlena quarrel?"
"Well - yes." Weston thought to himself: "Rotten business - questioning a child about her father. Why is one a policeman? Damn it all, it's got to be done, though."
Linda said positively: "Oh, no."
She added: "Father doesn't quarrel with people.
He's not like that at all."
Weston said: "Now, Miss Linda, I want you to think very carefully.
Have you any idea at all who might have killed your stepmother?
Is there anything you've ever heard or anything you know that could help us on that point?"
Linda was silent a minute.
She seemed to be giving the question a serious unhurried consideration.
She said at last: "No, I don't know who could have wanted to kill Arlena."
She added: "Except, of course, Mrs Redfern."
Weston said: "You think Mrs Redfern wanted to kill her?
Why?"
Linda said: "Because her husband was in love with Arlena.
But I don't think she would really want to kill her. I mean she'd just feel that she wished she was dead - and that isn't the same thing at all, is it?"
Poirot said gently: "No, it is not at all the same."
Linda nodded. A queer sort of spasm passed across her face. She said: "And anyway, Mrs Redfern could never do a thing like that - kill anybody.
She isn't - she isn't violent, if you know what I mean."
Weston and Poirot nodded. The latter said: "I know exactly what you mean, my child, and I agree with you.
Mrs Redfern is not of those who, as your saying goes, 'sees red.'
She would not be -" He leaned back half closing his eyes, picking his words with care - "shaken by a storm of feeling - seeing life narrowing in front of her - seeing a hated face - a hated white neck - feeling her hands clench - longing to feel them press into flesh -"
He stopped.