superintendent sceptically.
âOf course he has, man. A deadly logic is one of the special characteristics of acute mania. A man may believe himself divinely appointed to kill clergymenâor doctorsâor old women in tobacco shopsâand thereâs always some perfectly coherent reason behind it. We mustnât let the alphabetical business run away with us. Bexhill succeeding to Andover may be a mere coincidence.â
âWe can at least take certain precautions, Carter, and make a special note of the Bâs, especially small shopkeepers, and keep a watch on all small tobacconists and newsagents looked after by asingle person. I donât think thereâs anything more we can do than that. Naturally, keep tabs on all strangers as far as possible.â
The superintendent uttered a groan.
âWith the schools breaking up and the holidays beginning? People are fairly flooding into the place this week.â
âWe must do what we can,â the Chief Constable said sharply.
Inspector Glen spoke in his turn.
âIâll have a watch kept on anyone connected with the Ascher business. Those two witnesses, Partridge and Riddell, and of course Ascher himself. If they show any sign of leaving Andover theyâll be followed.â
The conference broke up after a few more suggestions and a little desultory conversation.
âPoirot,â I said as we walked along by the river. âSurely this crime can be prevented?â
He turned a haggard face to me.
âThe sanity of a city full of men against the insanity of one man? I fear, HastingsâI very much fear. Remember the long-continued successes of Jack the Ripper.â
âItâs horrible,â I said.
âMadness, Hastings, is a terrible thing⦠I am afraidâ¦I am very much afraid â¦.â
Nine
T HE B EXHILL-ON -S EA M URDER
I still remember my awakening on the morning of the 25th of July. It must have been about seven-thirty.
Poirot was standing by my bedside gently shaking me by the shoulder. One glance at his face brought me from semiconsciousness into the full possession of my faculties.
âWhat is it?â I demanded, sitting up rapidly.
His answer came quite simply, but a wealth of emotion lay behind the three words he uttered.
âIt has happened.â
âWhat?â I cried. âYou meanâbut today is the 25th.â
âIt took place last nightâor rather in the early hours of this morning.â
As I sprang from bed and made a rapid toilet, he recounted briefly what he had just learnt over the telephone.
âThe body of a young girl has been found on the beach at Bexhill. She has been identified as Elizabeth Barnard, a waitress in one of the cafés, who lived with her parents in a little recently builtbungalow. Medical evidence gave the time of death as between 11:30 and 1 am.â
âTheyâre quite sure that this is the crime?â I asked, as I hastily lathered my face.
âAn A B C open at the trains to Bexhill was found actually under the body.â
I shivered.
âThis is horrible!â
â Faites attention, Hastings. I do not want a second tragedy in my rooms!â
I wiped the blood from my chin rather ruefully.
âWhat is our plan of campaign?â I asked.
âThe car will call for us in a few momentsâ time. I will bring you a cup of coffee here so that there will be no delay in starting.â
Twenty minutes later we were in a fast police car crossing the Thames on our way out of London.
With us was Inspector Crome, who had been present at the conference the other day, and who was officially in charge of the case.
Crome was a very different type of officer from Japp. A much younger man, he was the silent, superior type. Well educated and well read, he was, for my taste, several shades too pleased with himself. He had lately gained kudos over a series of child murders, having patiently tracked down the criminal who
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