Inspector Glen was looking rather gloomy.He had，I gathered，spent the
afternoon trying to get a complete list of persons who had been noticed
entering the tobacco shop.
"And nobody has seen anyone?"Poirot inquired.
"Oh，yes，they have.Three tall men with furtive expressions-four short
men with black moustaches-two beards-three fat men-all strangers-and all，if
I'm to believe witnesses，with sinister expressions!I wonder somebody didn't
see a gang of masked men with revolvers while they were about it!"
Poirot smiled sympathetically.
"Does anybody claim to have seen the man Ascher?"
"No，they don't.And that's another point in his favour.I've just told
the Chief Constable that I think this is a job for Scotland Yard.I don't
believe it's a local crime."
Poirot said gravely:
"I agree with you."
The inspector said:
"You know，Monsieur Poirot，it's a nasty business-a nasty
business......I don't like it......"
We had two more interviews before returning to London.
The first was with Mr James Partridge.Mr Partridge was the last person
known to have seen Mrs Ascher alive.He had made a purchase from her at 5.30.
Mr Partridge was a small man，a bank clerk by profession.He wore
pince-nez，was very dry and spare-looking and extremely precise in all his
utterances.He lived in a small house as neat and trim as himself.
"Mr-er-Poirot，"he said，glancing at the card my friend had handed to him.
"From Inspector Glen?What can I do for you，Mr Poirot?"
"I understand，Mr Patridge，that you were the last person to see Mrs
Ascher alive."
Mr Partridge placed his finger-tips together and looked at Poirot as
though he were a doubtful cheque.
"That is a very debatable point，Mr Poirot，"he said."Many people may
have made purchase from Mrs Ascher after I did so."
"If so，they have not come forward to say so."
Mr Partridge coughed.
"Some people，Mr Poirot，have no sense of public duty."
He looked at us owlishly through his spectacles.
"Exceedingly true，"murmured Poirot.
"You，I understand，went to the police of your own accord?"
"Certainly I did.As soon as I heard of the shocking occurrence I
perceived that my statement might be helpful and came forward accordingly."
"A very proper spirit，"said Poirot solemnly."Perhaps you will be so
kind as to repeat your story to me."
"By all means.I was returning to this house and at
5.30precisely-""Pardon，how was it that you knew the time so accurately?"
Mr Partridge looked a little annoyed at being interrupted.
"The church clock chimed.I looked at my watch and found I was a minute
slow.That was just before I entered Mrs Ascher's shop."
"Were you in the habit of making purchases there?"
"Fairly frequently.It was on my way home.
About once or twice a week I was in the habit of purchasing two ounces
of John Cotton mild."
"Did you know Mrs Ascher at all?Anything of her circumstances or her
history?"
"Nothing whatever.Beyond my purchase and an occasional remark as to the
state of the weather，I had never spoken to her."
"Did you know she had a drunken husband who was in the habit of
threatening her life?"
"No，I knew nothing whatever about her."
"You knew her by sight，however.Did anything about her appearance strike
you as unusual yesterday evening?Did she appear flurried or put out in any
way?"
Mr Partridge considered.
"As far as I noticed，she seemed exactly as usual."he said.
Poirot rose.
"Thank you，Mr Partridge，for answering these questions.Have you，by any
chance，an A B C in the house?I want to look up my return train to London."
"On the shelf just behind you，"said Mr Partridge.
On the shelf in question were an A B C，a Bradshaw，the Stock Exchange
Year Book，Kelly's Directory，a Who's Who and a local directory.
Poirot took down the A B C，pretended to look up a train，then thanked
Mr Partridge and took his leave.
Our next interview was with Mr Alber Riddell and was of a highly
different character.Mr Albert Riddell was a platelayer and our conversation
took place to the accompaniment of the clattering of plates and dishes by Mr
Riddell's obviously nervous wife，the growling of Mr Riddell's dog and the
undisguised hostility of Mr Riddell himself.
He was a big clumsy giant of a man with a broad face and small
suspicious eyes.He was in the act of eating meat-pie，washed down by
exceedingly black tea.He peered at us angrily over the rim of his cup.
"Told all I've got to tell once，haven't I"he growled."What's it to do
with me，anyway?Told it to the blarsted police，I'ave，and now I've got to
spit it all out again to a couple of blarsted foreigners."
Poirot gave a quick，amused glance in my direction and then said:
"In truth I sympathize with you，but what will you?It is a question of
murdre，is it not?One has to be very，very careful."
"Best tell the gentleman what he wants，Bert."said the woman nervously.
"You shut your blarsted mouth，"roared the giant.
"You did not，I think，go to the police of your own accord."Poirot
slipped the remark in neatly.
"Why the hell should I?It were no business of mine."
"A matter of opinion，"said Poirot indifferently."There has been a
murder-the police want to know who has been in the shop-I myself think it
would have-what shall I say?-looked more natural if you had come forward."
"I've got my work to do.Don't say I shouldn't have come forward in my
own time-""But as it was，the police were given your name as that of a
person seen to go into Mrs Ascher's and they had to come to you.Were they
satisfied with your account?"
"Why shouldn't they be?"demanded Bert truculently.
Poirot merely shrugged his shoulders.
"What are you getting at，mister?Nobody's got anything against
me?Everyone knows who did the ole girl in，that b-of a husband of hers."
"But he was not in the street that evening and you were."
"Trying to fasten it on me，are you?Well，you won't succeed.What reason
had I got to do a thing like that?Think I wanted to pinch a tin of her
bloody tobacco?Think I'm a bloody homicidal maniac as they call it?Think
I-?"
He rose threateningly from his seat.His wife bleated out:
"Bert，Bert-don't say such things.Bert-they'll think-""Calm yourself，
monsieur，"said Poirot.
"I demand only your account of your visit.That you refuse it seems to
me-what shall we say-a little odd?"
"Who said I refused anything?"Mr Riddell sank back again into his
seat."I don't mind."
"It was six o'clock when you entered the shop?"
"That's right-a minute or two after，as a matter of fact.Wanted a packet
of Gold Flake.I pushed open the door-""It was closed，then?"
"That's right.I thought shop was shut，maybe.
But it wasn't.I went in，there wasn't anyone about.I hammered on the
counter and waited a bit.Nobody came，so I went out again.That's all，and
you can put it in your pipe and smoke it."
"You didn't see the body fallen down behind the counter?"
"No，no more would you have done-unless you was looking for it，maybe."
"Was there a railway guide lying about?"
"Yes，there was-face downwards.It crossed my mind like that the old
woman might have had to go off sudden by train and forgot to lock shop up."
"Perhaps you picked up the railway guide or moved it along the counter?"
"Didn't touch the b-thing.I did just what I said."
"And you did not see anyone leaving the shop before you yourself got
there?"
"Didn't see any such thing.What I say is，whay pith on me-?"
Poirot rose.
"Nobody is pitching upon you-yet.Bonsoir，monsieur."
He left the man with his mouth open and I followed him.
In the street he consulted his watch.
"With great haste，my friend，we might manage to catch the 7.2.Let us
despatch ourselves quickly."
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