Cat Among the Pigeons. Agatha Christie

Pikeaway sharply.

      ‘Well, one is never sure,’ said Mr Robinson apologetically. ‘In a palace there is so much gossip. It cannot all be true. But there was a very strong rumour to that effect.’

      ‘They weren’t on young Rawlinson’s person, either—’

      ‘In that case,’ said Mr Robinson, ‘it seems as though they must have been got out of the country by some other means.’

      ‘What other means? Have you any idea?’

      ‘Rawlinson went to a café in the town after he had received the jewels. He was not seen to speak to anyone or approach anyone whilst he was there. Then he went to the Ritz Savoy Hotel where his sister was staying. He went up to her room and was there for about 20 minutes. She herself was out. He then left the hotel and went to the Merchants Bank in Victory Square where he cashed a cheque. When he came out of the bank a disturbance was beginning. Students rioting about something. It was some time before the square was cleared. Rawlinson then went straight to the airstrip where, in company with Sergeant Achmed, he went over the plane.

      ‘Ali Yusuf drove out to see the new road construction, stopped his car at the airstrip, joined Rawlinson and expressed a desire to take a short flight and see the dam and the new highway construction from the air. They took off and did not return.’

      ‘And your deductions from that?’

      ‘My dear fellow, the same as yours. Why did Bob Rawlinson spend twenty minutes in his sister’s room when she was out and he had been told that she was not likely to return until evening? He left her a note that would have taken him at most three minutes to scribble. What did he do for the rest of the time?’

      ‘You are suggesting that he concealed the jewels in some appropriate place amongst his sister’s belongings?’

      ‘It seems indicated, does it not? Mrs Sutcliffe was evacuated that same day with other British subjects. She was flown to Aden with her daughter. She arrives at Tilbury, I believe, tomorrow.’

      Pikeaway nodded.

      ‘Look after her,’ said Mr Robinson.

      ‘We’re going to look after her,’ said Pikeaway. ‘That’s all arranged.’

      ‘If she has the jewels, she will be in danger.’ He closed his eyes. ‘I so much dislike violence.’

      ‘You think there is likely to be violence?’

      ‘There are people interested. Various undesirable people—if you understand me.’

      ‘I understand you,’ said Pikeaway grimly.

      ‘And they will, of course, double cross each other.’

      Mr Robinson shook his head. ‘So confusing.’

      Colonel Pikeaway asked delicately: ‘Have you yourself any—er—special interest in the matter?’

      ‘I represent a certain group of interests,’ said Mr Robinson. His voice was faintly reproachful. ‘Some of the stones in question were supplied by my syndicate to his late highness—at a very fair and reasonable price. The group of people I represent who were interested in the recovery of the stones, would, I may venture to say, have had the approval of the late owner. I shouldn’t like to say more. These matters are so delicate.’

      ‘But you are definitely on the side of the angels,’ Colonel Pikeaway smiled.

      ‘Ah, angels! Angels—yes.’ He paused. ‘Do you happen to know who occupied the rooms in the hotel on either side of the room occupied by Mrs Sutcliffe and her daughter?’

      Colonel Pikeaway looked vague.

      ‘Let me see now—I believe I do. On the left hand side was Señora Angelica de Toredo—a Spanish—er—dancer appearing at the local cabaret. Perhaps not strictly Spanish and perhaps not a very good dancer. But popular with the clientèle. On the other side was one of a group of school-teachers, I understand—’

      Mr Robinson beamed approvingly.

      ‘You are always the same. I come to tell you things, but nearly always you know them already.’

      ‘No no.’ Colonel Pikeaway made a polite disclaimer.

      ‘Between us,’ said Mr Robinson, ‘we know a good deal.’

      Their eyes met.

      ‘I hope,’ Mr Robinson said rising, ‘that we know enough—’

       Chapter 4

       Return of a Traveller

      ‘Really!’ said Mrs Sutcliffe, in an annoyed voice, as she looked out of her hotel window, ‘I don’t see why it always has to rain when one comes back to England. It makes it all seem so depressing.’

      ‘I think it’s lovely to be back,’ said Jennifer. ‘Hearing everyone talk English in the streets! And we’ll be able to have a really good tea presently. Bread and butter and jam and proper cakes.’

      ‘I wish you weren’t so insular, darling,’ said Mrs Sutcliffe. ‘What’s the good of my taking you abroad all the way to the Persian Gulf if you’re going to say you’d rather have stayed at home?’

      ‘I don’t mind going abroad for a month or two,’ said Jennifer. ‘All I said was I’m glad to be back.’

      ‘Now do get out of the way, dear, and let me make sure that they’ve brought up all the luggage. Really, I do feel—I’ve felt ever since the war that people have got very dishonest nowadays. I’m sure if I hadn’t kept an eye on things that man would have gone off with my green zip bag at Tilbury. And there was another man hanging about near the luggage. I saw him afterwards on the train. I believe, you know, that these sneak thieves meet the boats and if the people are flustered or seasick they go off with some of the suitcases.’

      ‘Oh, you’re always thinking things like that, Mother,’ said Jennifer. ‘You think everybody you meet is dishonest.’

      ‘Most of them are,’ said Mrs Sutcliffe grimly.

      ‘Not English people,’ said the loyal Jennifer.

      ‘That’s worse,’ said her mother. ‘One doesn’t expect anything else from Arabs and foreigners, but in England one’s off guard and that makes it easier for dishonest people. Now do let me count. That’s the big green suitcase and the black one, and the two small brown and the zip bag and the golf clubs and the racquets and the hold-all and the canvas suitcase—and where’s the green bag? Oh, there it is. And that local tin we bought to put the extra things in—yes, one, two, three, four, five, six—yes, that’s all right. All fourteen things are here.’

      ‘Can’t we have some tea now?’ said Jennifer.

      ‘Tea? It’s only three o’clock.’

      ‘I’m awfully hungry.’

      ‘All right, all right. Can you go down by yourself and order it? I really feel I must have a rest, and then I’ll just unpack the things we’ll need for tonight. It’s too bad your father couldn’t have met us. Why he had to have an important directors’ meeting in Newcastle-on-Tyne today I simply cannot imagine. You’d think his wife and daughter would come first. Especially as he hasn’t seen us for three months. Are you sure you can manage by yourself?’

      ‘Good gracious, Mummy,’ said Jennifer, ‘what age do you think I am? Can I have some money, please? I haven’t got any English money.’

      She accepted the ten shilling note her mother handed to her, and went out scornfully.

      The telephone