Hickory Dickory Dock | страница 5
"Yes I can. It would be natural enough for money to be taken-small sums here and there. And if it were jewelry that's quite straightforward too-at least, I don't mean straightforward, quite the opposite-but it would fit in-with kleptomania or dishonesty. But I'll just read you a list of the things that have been taken, that I've put down on paper." Mrs. Hubbard opened her bag and took out a small notebook.
Evening shoe (one of a new pair)
Bracelet (costume jewelry)
Diamond ring (found in plate of soup)
Powder compact
Lipstick
Stethoscope
Ear-rings
Cigarette lighter
Old flannel trousers
Electric light bulbs
Box of chocolates
Silk scarf (found cut to pieces)
Rucksack (ditto)
Boracic powder
Bath salts
Cookery book
Hercule Poirot drew in a long deep breath.
"Remarkable," he said, "and quite-quite fascinating." He was entranced. He looked from the severe disapproving face of Miss Lemon to the kindly, distressed face of Mrs. Hubbard.
"I congratulate you," he said, warmly, to the latter.
She looked startled.
"But why, Mr. Poirot?"
"I congratulate you on having such a unique and beautiful problem."
"Well, perhaps it makes sense to you, Mr. Poirot, but-,"
"It does not make sense at all. It reminds me of nothing so much as a round game I was recently persuaded to play by some young friends during the Christmas season. It was called, I understand, the Three Horned Lady. Each person in turn uttered the following phrase, 'I went to Paris and bought' adding some article. The next person repeated that and added a further article and the object of the game was to memorize in their proper order the articles thus enumerated, some of them I may say, of a most monstrous and ridiculous nature. A piece of soap, a white elephant, a gate-legged table and a Muscovy duck were, I remember, some of the items. The difficulty of the memorization lay, of course, in the totally unrelated nature of the objects-the lack of sequence, so to speak. As in the list you have just shown me. By the time that, say, twelve objects had been mentioned, to enumerate them in their proper order became almost impossible. A failure to do so resulted in a paper horn being handed to the competitor and he or she had to continue the recitation next time in the terms, 'l, a one homed lady, went to Paris," etc. After three horns, had been acquired, retirement was compulsory, the last left in was the winner."
"I'm sure you were the winner, Mr. Poirot," said Miss Lemon with the faith of a loyal employee.