“She refuses to say more. She has got to ‘think things out.’

  “And Dr. Leidner, who has been watching her anxiously, realizes that she knows the truth. She is not the kind of woman to conceal her horror and distress from him.

  “It is true that as yet she has not given him away—but how long can he depend upon her?

  “Murder is a habit. That night he substitutes a glass of acid for her glass of water. There is just a chance she may be believed to have deliberately poisoned herself. There is even a chance she may be considered to have done the first murder and has now been overcome with remorse. To strengthen the latter idea he takes the quern from the roof and puts it under her bed.

  “No wonder that poor Miss Johnson, in her death agony, could only try desperately to impart her hard-won information. Through ‘the window,’ that is how Mrs. Leidner was killed, not through the door—through the window. . . .

  “And so thus, everything is explained, everything falls into place . . . Psychologically perfect.

  “But there is no proof . . . No proof at all . . .”

  None of us spoke. We were lost in a sea of horror . . . Yes, and not only horror. Pity, too.

  Dr. Leidner had neither moved nor spoken. He sat just as he had done all along. A tired, worn elderly man.

  At last he stirred slightly and looked at Poirot with gentle, tired eyes.

  “No,” he said, “there is no proof. But that does not matter. You knew that I would not deny truth . . . I have never denied truth . . . I think—really—I am rather glad . . . I’m so tired. . . .”

  Then he said simply: “I’m sorry about Anne. That was bad—senseless—it wasn’t me! And she suffered, too, poor soul. Yes, that wasn’t me. It was fear. . . .”

  A little smile just hovered on his pain-twisted lips.

  “You would have made a good archaeologist, M. Poirot. You have the gift of recreating the past.

  “It was all very much as you said.

  “I loved Louise and I killed her . . . if you’d known Louise you’d have understood . . . No, I think you understand anyway. . . .”

  Twenty-nine

  L’ENVOI

  There isn’t really any more to say about things.

  They got “Father” Lavigny and the other man just as they were going to board a steamer at Beyrouth.

  Sheila Reilly married young Emmott. I think that will be good for her. He’s no door-mat—he’ll keep her in her place. She’d have ridden roughshod over poor Bill Coleman.

  I nursed him, by the way, when he had appendicitis a year ago. I got quite fond of him. His people were sending him out to farm in South Africa.

  I’ve never been out East again. It’s funny—sometimes I wish I could. I think of the noise the water-wheel made and the women washing, and that queer haughty look that camels give you—and I get quite a homesick feeling. After all, perhaps dirt isn’t really so unhealthy as one is brought up to believe!

  Dr. Reilly usually looks me up when he’s in England, and as I said, it’s he who’s got me into this. “Take it or leave it,” I said to him. “I know the grammar’s all wrong and it’s not properly written or anything like that—but there it is.”

  And he took it. Made no bones about it. It will give me a queer feeling if it’s ever printed.

  M. Poirot went back to Syria and about a week later he went home on the Orient Express and got himself mixed up in another murder. He was clever, I don’t deny it, but I shan’t forgive him in a hurry for pulling my leg the way he did. Pretending to think I might be mixed up in the crime and not a real hospital nurse at all!

  Doctors are like that sometimes. Will have their joke, some of them will, and never think of your feelings!

  I’ve thought and thought about Mrs. Leidner and what she was really like . . . Sometimes it seems to me she was just a terrible woman—and other times I remember how nice she was to me and how soft her voice was—and her lovely fair hair and everything—and I feel that perhaps, after all, she was more to be pitied than blamed. . . .

  And I can’t help but pity Dr. Leidner. I know he was a murderer twice over, but it doesn’t seem to make any difference. He was so dreadfully fond of her. It’s awful to be fond of anyone like that.

  Somehow, the more I get older, and the more I see of people and sadness and illness and everything, the sorrier I get for everyone. Sometimes, I declare, I don’t know what’s becoming of the good, strict principles my aunt brought me up with. A very religious woman she was, and most particular. There wasn’t one of our neighbours whose faults she didn’t know backwards and forwards. . . .

  Oh, dear, it’s quite true what Dr. Reilly said. How does one stop writing? If I could find a really good telling phrase.

  I must ask Dr. Reilly for some Arab one.

  Like the one M. Poirot used.

  In the name of Allah, the Merciful, the Compassionate . . .

  Something like that.

  About the Author

  Agatha Christie is the most widely published author of all time and in any language, outsold only by the Bible and Shakespeare. Her books have sold more than a billion copies in English and another billion in a hundred foreign languages. She is the author of eighty crime novels and short-story collections, nineteen plays, two memoirs, and six novels written under the name Mary Westmacott.

  She first tried her hand at detective fiction while working in a hospital dispensary during World War I, creating the now legendary Hercule Poirot with her debut novel The Mysterious Affair at Styles. With The Murder in the Vicarage, published in 1930, she introduced another beloved sleuth, Miss Jane Marple. Additional series characters include the husband-and-wife crime-fighting team of Tommy and Tuppence

  Beresford, private investigator Parker Pyne, and Scotland Yard detectives Superintendent Battle and Inspector Japp.

  Many of Christie’s novels and short stories were adapted into plays, films, and television series. The Mousetrap, her most famous play of all, opened in 1952 and is the longest-running play in history. Among her best-known film adaptations are Murder on the Orient Express (1974) and Death on the Nile (1978), with Albert Finney and Peter Ustinov playing Hercule Poirot, respectively. On the small screen Poirot has been most memorably portrayed by David Suchet, and Miss Marple by Joan Hickson and subsequently Geraldine McEwan and Julia McKenzie.

  Christie was first married to Archibald Christie and then to archaeologist Sir Max Mallowan, whom she accompanied on expeditions to countries that would also serve as the settings for many of her novels. In 1971 she achieved one of Britain’s highest honors when she was made a Dame of the British Empire. She died in 1976 at the age of eighty-five. Her one hundred and twentieth anniversary was celebrated around the world in 2010.

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  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  AGATHA CHRISTIE® POIROT® MURDER IN MESOPOTAMIA™. Copyright © 1937 Agatha Christie Limited (a Chorion company). All rights reserved.

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