I gave a pretty loud Oh and then tried it a bit higher and a bit lower.
Then I came out again and prepared my excuse of a stepped (stubbed I suppose he meant!) toe.
But it soon appeared that no excuse would be needed.
Poirot and Miss Johnson were talking together earnestly and there had clearly been no interruption.
Well, I thought, that settles that.
Either Miss Johnson imagined that cry she heard or else it was something quite different.
I didnt like to go in and interrupt them.
There was a deck-chair on the porch so I sat down there.
Their voices floated out to me.
The position is delicate, you understand, Poirot was saying.
Dr Leidner obviously he adored his wife
He worshipped her, said Miss Johnson.
He tells me, naturally, how fond all his staff was of her!
As for them, what can they say?
Naturally they say the same thing.
It is politeness.
It is decency.
It may also be the truth!
But also it may not!
And I am convinced, mademoiselle, that the key to this enigma lies in a complete understanding of Mrs Leidners character.
If I could get the opinion the honest opinion of every member of the staff, I might, from the whole, build up a picture.
Frankly, that is why I am here today.
I knew Dr Leidner would be in Hassanieh.
That makes it easy for me to have an interview with each of you here in turn, and beg your help.
Thats all very well, began Miss Johnson and stopped.
Do not make me the British cliches, Poirot begged.
Do not say it is not the cricket or the football, that to speak anything but well of the dead is not done that enfin there is loyalty!
Loyalty it is a pestilential thing in crime.
Again and again it obscures the truth.
Ive no particular loyalty to Mrs Leidner, said Miss Johnson dryly.
There was indeed a sharp and acid tone in her voice.
Dr Leidners a different matter.
And, after all, she was his wife.
Precisely precisely.
I understand that you would not wish to speak against your chief s wife.
But this is not a question of a testimonial.
It is a question of sudden and mysterious death.
If I am to believe that it is a martyred angel who has been killed it does not add to the easiness of my task.
I certainly shouldnt call her an angel, said Miss Johnson and the acid tone was even more in evidence.
Tell me your opinion, frankly, of Mrs Leidner as a woman.
Hm!
To begin with, M. Poirot, Ill give you this warning.
Im prejudiced.
I am we all were devoted to Dr Leidner.
And, I suppose, when Mrs Leidner came along, we were jealous.
We resented the demands she made on his time and attention.
The devotion he showed her irritated us.
Im being truthful, M. Poirot, and it isnt very pleasant for me.
I resented her presence here yes, I did, though, of course, I tried never to show it.
It made a difference to us, you see.