I acted more as a courier than as a secretary.
It was a pleasant life.”
“Now tell me as much as you can about your employer.”
The young man shrugged his shoulders.
A perplexed expression passed over his face.
“That’s not so easy.”
“What was his full name?”
“Samuel Edward Ratchett.”
“He was an American citizen?”
“Yes.”
“What part of America did he come from?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, tell me what you do know.”
“The actual truth is, Mr. Poirot, that I know nothing at all!
Mr. Ratchett never spoke of himself or of his life in America.”
“Why do you think that was?”
“I don’t know.
I imagined that he might be ashamed of his beginnings.
Some men are.”
“Does that strike you as a satisfactory solution?”
“Frankly, it doesn’t.”
“Has he any relatives?”
“He never mentioned any.”
Poirot pressed the point.
“You must have formed some theory, Mr. MacQueen.”
“Well, Yes, I did.
For one thing, I don’t believe Ratchett was his real name.
I think he left America definitely in order to escape someone or something.
I think he was successful – until a few weeks ago.”
“And then?”
“He began to get letters – threatening letters.”
“Did you see them?”
“Yes.
It was my business to attend to his correspondence.
The first letter came a fortnight ago.”
“Were these letters destroyed?”
“No, I think I’ve got a couple still in my files – one I know Ratchett tore up in a rage.
Shall I get them for you?”
“If you would be so good.”
MacQueen left the compartment.
He returned a few minutes later and laid down two sheets of rather dirty notepaper before Poirot.
The first letter ran as follows:
Thought you’d double-cross us and get away with it, did you? Not on your life. We’re out to GET you, Ratchett, and we WILL get you!
There was no signature.
With no comment beyond raised eyebrows, Poirot picked up the second letter.
We’re going to take you for a ride, Ratchett. Some time soon. We’re going to GET you – see?
Poirot laid the letter down.
“The style is monotonous!” he said. “More so than the handwriting.”
MacQueen stared at him.
“You would not observe,” said Poirot pleasantly. “It requires the eye of one used to such things.