The Thirteen Problems-The Tuesday Night Club

by Agatha Christie

  "'I remember reading about it,' I said. 'No lives were lost, I think?'

  "'No lives were lost,' said the inspector; 'but something else was lost. It is not generally known, but the Otranto was carrying bullion.'

  " 'Yes?' I said, much interested.

  "'Naturally we have had divers at work on salvage operations, but - the gold has gone, Mr. West.'

  "'Gone!' I said, staring at him. 'How can it have gone?'

  "'That is the question,' said the inspector. 'The rocks tore a gaping hole in her strongroom. It was easy enough for the divers to get in that way, but they found the strongroom empty. The question is, was the gold stolen before the wreck or afterwards? Was it ever in the strongroom at all?'

  "'It seems a curious case,' I said.

  "'It is a very curious case, when you consider what bullion is. Not a diamond necklace that you could put into your pocket. When you think how cumbersome it is and how bulky - well, the whole thing seems absolutely impossible. There may have been some hocus-pocus before the ship sailed; but if not, it must have been removed within the last six months -and I am going down to look into the matter.'

  "I found Newman waiting to meet me at the station. He apologized for the absence of his car, which had gone to Truro for some necessary repairs. Instead, he met me with a farm lorry belonging to the property.

  "I swung myself up beside him, and we wound carefully in and out of the narrow streets of the fishing village. We went up a steep ascent, with a gradient, I should say, of one in five, ran a little distance along a little lane, and turned in at the granite-pillared gates of Pol House.

  "The place was a charming one; it was situated high up the cliffs, with a good view out to sea. Part of it was some three or four hundred years old, and a modern wing had been added. Behind it farming land of about seven or eight acres ran inland.

  "'Welcome to Pol House,' said Newman. 'And to the Sign of the Golden Galleon.' And he pointed to where, over the front door, hung a perfect reproduction of a Spanish galleon with all sails set.

  "My first evening was a most charming and instructive one. My host showed me the old manuscripts relating to the Juan Fernandez. He unrolled charts for me and indicated positions on them with dotted lines, and he produced plans of diving apparatus, which, I may say, mystified me utterly and completely.

  "I told him of my meeting with Inspector Badgworth, in which he was much interested.

  "'They are a queer people round this coast,' he said reflectively. 'Smuggling and wrecking is in their blood. When a ship goes down on their coast they cannot help regarding it as lawful plunder meant for their pockets. There is a fellow here I should like you to see. He is an interesting survival.'

  "Next day dawned bright and clear. I was taken down into Polperran and there introduced to Newman's diver, a man called Higgins. He was a wooden-faced individual, extremely taciturn, and his contributions to the conversation were mostly monosyllables. After a discussion between them on highly technical matters, we adjourned to the Three Anchors. A tankard of beer somewhat loosened the worthy fellow's tongue.

  "'Detective gentleman from London has come down,' he grunted. 'They do say that that ship that went down here last November was carrying a mortal lot of gold. Well, she wasn't the first to go down, and she won't be the last.'

  "'Hear, hear,' chimed in the landlord of the Three Anchors. 'That is a true word you say there, Bill Higgins.'

  "'I reckon it is, Mr Kelvin,' said Higgins.

  "I looked with some curiosity at the landlord. He was a remarkable-looking man, dark and swarthy, with curiously broad shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a curiously furtive way of avoiding one's glance. I suspected that this was the man of whom Newman had spoken, saying he was an interesting survival.

  "'We don't want interfering foreigners on this coast,' he said, somewhat truculently.

  "'Meaning the police?' asked Newman, smiling.

  "'Meaning the police - and others,' said Kelvin significantly. 'And don't you forget it, mister.'

  "'Do you know, Newman, that sounded to me very like a threat,' I said as we climbed the hill homewards.

  "My friend laughed.

  "'Nonsense; I don't do the folk down here any harm.'

  "I shook my head doubtfully. There was something sinister and uncivilized about Kelvin. I felt that his mind might run in strange, unrecognized channels.

  "I think I date the beginning of my uneasiness from that moment. I had slept well enough that first night, but the next night my sleep was troubled and broken. Sunday dawned, dark and sullen, with an overcast sky and the threatenings of thunder in the air. I am always a bad hand at hiding my feelings, and Newman noticed the change in me.

  "'What is the matter with you, West? You are a bundle of nerves this morning.'

  "'I don't know,' I confessed, 'but I have got a horrible feeling of foreboding.'

  "'It's the weather.'

  "'Yes, perhaps.'

  "I said no more. In the afternoon we went out in Newman's motor boat, but the rain came on with such vigour that we were glad to return to shore and change into dry clothing.

  "And that evening my uneasiness increased. Outside the storm howled and roared. Towards ten o'clock the tempest calmed down. Newman looked out the window.

  "'It is clearing,' he said. 'I shouldn't wonder if it was a perfectly fine night in another half-hour. If so, I shall go out for a stroll.'

  "I yawned. 'I am frightfully sleepy,' I said. 'I didn't get much sleep last night. I think that tonight I shall turn in early.'

  "This I did. On the previous night I had slept little. Tonight I slept heavily. Yet my slumbers were not restful. I was still oppressed with an awful foreboding of evil. I had terrible dreams. I dreamt of dreadful abysses and vast chasms, amongst which I was wandering, knowing that a slip of the foot meant death. I waked to find the hands of my clock pointing to eight o'clock. My head was aching badly, and the terror of my night's dreams was still upon me.

  "So strongly was this so that when I went to the window and drew it up, I started back with a fresh feeling of terror, for the first thing I saw, or thought I saw - was a man digging an open grave.

  "It took me a minute or two to pull myself together; then I realized that the grave-digger was Newman's gardener, and the 'grave' was destined to accommodate three new rose trees which were lying on the turf waiting for the moment they should be securely planted in the earth.

  "The gardener looked up and saw me and touched his hat.

  "'Good morning, sir. Nice morning, sir.'

  "'I suppose it is,' I said doubtfully, still unable to shake off completely the depression of my spirits.

  "However, as the gardener had said, it was certainly a nice morning. The sun was shining and the sky a clear pale blue that promised fine weather for the day. I went down to breakfast whistling a tune. Newman had no maids living in the house. Two middle-aged sisters, who lived in a farm-house near by, came daily to attend to his simple wants. One of them was placing the coffee-pot on the table as I entered the room.

  "'Good morning, Elizabeth,' I said. 'Mr. Newman not down yet?'

  "'He must have been out very early, sir,' she replied. 'He wasn't in the house when we arrived.'

  "Instantly my uneasiness returned. On the two previous mornings Newman had come down to breakfast somewhat late; and I didn't fancy that at any time he was an early riser. Moved by those forebodings I ran up to his bedroom. It was empty, and, moreover, his bed had not been slept in. A brief examination of his room showed me two other things. If Newman had gone out for a stroll he must have gone out in his evening clothes, for they were missing.

  "I was sure now that my premonition of evil was justified. Newman had gone, as he had said he would do, for an evening stroll. For some reason or other he had not returned. Why? Had he met with an accident? Fallen over the cliffs? A search must be made at once.

  "In a few hours I had collected a large band of helpers, and together we hunted in every directi
on along the cliffs and on the rocks below. But there was no sign of Newman."

  In the end, in despair, I sought out Inspector Badgworth. His face grew very grave.

  'It looks to me as if there had been foul play,' he said. 'There are some not over-scrupulous customers in these parts. Have you seen Kelvin, the landlord of the Three Anchors?'

  "I said that I had seen him.

  "'Did you know he did a turn in gaol four years ago? Assault and battery.'

  "'It doesn't surprise me,' I said.

  "'The general opinion in this place seems to be that your friend is a bit too fond of nosing his way into things that do not concern him. I hope he has come to no serious harm.'

  "The search was continued with redoubled vigour. It was not until late that afternoon that our efforts were rewarded. We discovered Newman in a deep ditch in a corner of his own property. His hands and feet were securely fastened with rope, and a handkerchief had been thrust into his mouth and secured there so as to prevent him crying out.

  "He was terribly exhausted and in great pain; but after some frictioning of his wrists and ankles, and a long draught from a whisky flask, he was able to give his account of what had occurred.

  "The weather having cleared, he had gone out for a stroll about eleven o'clock. His way had taken him some distance along the cliffs to a spot commonly known as Smugglers' Cove, owing to the large number of caves to be found there. Here he had noticed some men unloading something from a small boat, and had strolled down to see what was going on. Whatever the stuff was it seemed to be a great weight, and it was being carried into one of the farthermost caves.

  "With no real suspicion of anything being amiss, nevertheless Newman had wondered. He had drawn quite near them without being observed. Suddenly there was a cry of alarm, and immediately two powerful seafaring men had set upon him and rendered him unconscious. When next he came to himself he found himself lying on a motor vehicle of some kind, which was proceeding, with many bumps and bangs, as far as he could guess, up the lane which led from the coast to the village. To his great surprise the lorry turned in at the gate of his own house. There, after a whispered conversation between the men, they at length drew him forth and flung him into a ditch at a spot where the depth of it rendered discovery unlikely for some time. Then the lorry drove on, and, he thought, passed out through another gate some quarter of a mile nearer the village. He could give no description of his assailants except that they were certainly seafaring men, and, by their speech, Cornishmen.

  "Inspector Badgworth was very interested.

  "'Depend upon it that is where the stuff has been hidden,' he cried. 'Somehow or other it has been salvaged from the wreck and has been stored in some lonely cave somewhere. It is known that we have searched all the caves in Smugglers' Cove, and that we are now going farther afield, and they have evidently been moving the stuff at night to a cave that has been already searched and is not likely to be searched again. Unfortunately they have had at least eighteen hours to dispose of the stuff. If they got Mr. Newman last night I doubt if we will find any of it there by now.'

  "The inspector hurried off to make a search. He found definite evidence that the bullion had been stored as supposed, but the gold had been once more removed, and there was no clue as to its fresh hiding-place.

  "One clue there was, however, and the inspector himself pointed it out to me the following morning.

  "'That lane is very little used by motor vehicles,' he said, 'and in one or two places we get the traces of the tyres very clearly. There is a three-cornered piece out of one tyre, leaving a mark which is quite unmistakable. It shows going into the gate; here and there is a faint mark of it going out of the other gate, so there is not much doubt that it is the right vehicle we are after. Now, why did they take it out through the farther gate? It seems quite clear to me that that lorry came from the village. Now, there aren't many people who own a lorry in the village - not more than two or three at most. Kelvin, the landlord of the Three Anchors, has one.'

  "'What was Kelvin's original profession?' asked Newman.

  "'It is curious that you should ask me that, Mr. Newman. In his younger days Kelvin was a professional diver.'

  "Newman and I looked at each other. The puzzle seemed to be fitting itself together piece by piece.

  "'You didn't recognize Kelvin as one of the men on the beach?' asked the inspector.

  "Newman shook his head.

  "'I am afraid I can't say anything as to that,' he said regretfully. 'I really hadn't time to see anything.'

  "The inspector very kindly allowed me to accompany him to the Three Anchors. The garage was up a side street. The big doors were closed, but by going up a little alley at the side we found a small door that led into it, and that door was open. A very brief examination of the tyres sufficed for the inspector. 'We have got him, by Jove!' he exclaimed. 'Here is the mark as large as life on the rear left wheel. Now, Mr. Kelvin, I don't think you will be clever enough to wriggle out of this.'"

  Raymond West came to a halt.

  "Well?" said Joyce. "So far I don't see anything to make a problem about - unless they never found the gold."

  "They never found the gold certainly," said Raymond, "and they never got Kelvin either. I expect he was too clever for them, but I don't quite see how he worked it. He was duly arrested - on the evidence of the tyre mark. But an extraordinary hitch arose. Just opposite the big doors of the garage was a cottage rented for the summer by a lady artist."

  "Oh, these lady artists!" said Joyce, laughing.

  "As you say, 'Oh these lady artists!' This particular one had been ill for some weeks, and, in consequence, had two hospital nurses attending her. The nurse who was on night duty had pulled her armchair up to the window, where the blind was up. She declared that the motor lorry could not have left the garage opposite without her seeing it, and she swore that in actual fact it never left the garage that night."

  "I don't think that is much of a problem," said Joyce. "The nurse went to sleep, of course. They always do."

  "That has - er - been known to happen," said Mr Petherick, judiciously; "but it seems to me that we are accepting facts without sufficient examination. Before accepting the testimony of the hospital nurse, we should inquire very closely into her bona fides. The alibi coming with such suspicious promptness is inclined to raise doubts in one's mind."

  "There is also the lady artist's testimony," said Raymond. "She declared that she was in pain, and awake most of the night, and that she would certainly have heard the lorry, it being an unusual noise, and the night being very quiet after the storm."

  "H'm," said the clergyman, "that is certainly an additional fact. Had Kelvin himself any alibi?"

  "He declared that he was at home and in bed from ten o'clock onwards, but he could produce no witnesses in support of that statement."

  "The nurse went to sleep," said Joyce, "and so did the patient. Ill people always think they have never slept a wink all night."

  Raymond West looked inquiringly at Dr Pender.

  "Do you know, I feel very sorry for that man Kelvin. It seems to me very much a case of 'Give a dog a bad name.' Kelvin had been in prison. Apart from the tyre mark, which certainly seems too remarkable to be coincidence, there doesn't seem to be much against him except his unfortunate record."

  "You, Sir Henry?"

  Sir Henry shook his head.

  "As it happens," he said, smiling, "I know something about this case. So clearly I mustn't speak."

  "Well, go on, Aunt Jane; haven't you got anything to say?"

  "In a minute, dear," said Miss Marple. "I am afraid I have counted wrong. Two purl, three plain, slip one, two purl - yes, that's right. What did you say, dear?"

  "What is your opinion?"

  "You wouldn't like my opinion, dear. Young people never do, I notice. It is better to say nothing."

  "Nonsense, Aunt Jane; out with it."

  "Well, dear Raymond," said Miss Marple, laying down her knittin
g and looking across at her nephew. "I do think you should be more careful how you choose your friends. You are so credulous, dear, so easily gulled. I suppose it is being a writer and having so much imagination. All that story about a Spanish galleon! If you more older and had more experience of life you would have been on you guard at once. A man you had known only a few weeks, too!"

  Sir Henry suddenly gave vent to a great roar of laughter and slapped his knee.

  "Got you this time, Raymond," he said. "Miss Marple, you are wonderful. Your friend Newman, my boy, has another name - several other names in fact. At the present moment he is not in Cornwall but in Devonshire - Dartmoor, to be exact - a convict in Princetown prison. We didn't catch him over the stolen bullion business, but over the rifling of the strongroom of one of the London banks. Then we looked up his past record and we found a good portion of the gold stolen buried in the garden at Pol House. It was rather a neat idea. All along that Cornish coast there are stories of wrecked galleons full of gold. It accounted for the diver and it would account later for the gold. But a scapegoat was needed, and Kelvin was ideal for the purpose. Newman played his little comedy very well, and our friend Raymond, with his celebrity as a writer, made an unimpeachable witness.

  "But the tyre mark?" objected Joyce.

  "Oh, I saw that at once, dear, although I know nothing about motors," said Miss Marple. "People change a wheel, you know - I have often seen them doing it - and, of course they could take a wheel off Kelvin's lorry and take it out through the small door into the alley and put it on to Mr. Newman's lorry and take the lorry out of one gate down to the beach, fill it up with the gold and bring it up through the other gate, and then they must have taken the wheel back and put it back on Mr. Kelvin's lorry while, I suppose, someone else was tying up Mr Newman in a ditch. Very uncomfortable for him and probably longer before he was found than he expected. I suppose the man who called himself the gardener attended to that side of the business."

  "Why do you say, 'called himself the gardener,' Aunt Jane?" asked Raymond curiously.