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Title: The Plymouth Express Affair

Author: Agatha Christie

Release date: October 2, 2021 [eBook #66446]
Most recently updated: October 18, 2024

Language: English

Original publication: United States: The Consolidated Magazines
Corporation (The Blue Book Magazine), 1923

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THE PLYMOUTH EXPRESS AFFAIR
“The little gray cells,” so often referred to by the great detective Hercule Poirot, certainly get
in their fine-work in this intriguing mystery story by an exceptionally talented writer.

By Agatha Christie

Alec Simpson, R. N., stepped from the platform at Newton Abbot into a
first-class compartment of the Plymouth Express. A porter followed him
with a heavy suitcase. He was about to swing it up to the rack, but the
young sailor stopped him.
“No—leave it on the seat. I’ll put it up later. Here you are.”
“Thank you, sir.” The porter, generously tipped, withdrew.
Doors banged; a stentorian voice shouted: “Plymouth only. Change for
Torquay. Plymouth next stop.” Then a whistle blew, and the train drew

slowly out of the station.
Lieutenant Simpson had the carriage to himself. The December air was
chilly, and he pulled up the window. Then he sniffed vaguely, and frowned.
What a smell there was! Reminded him of that time in hospital, and the
operation on his leg. Yes, chloroform; that was it!
He let the window down again, changing his seat to one with its back to
the engine. He pulled a pipe out of his pocket and lit it. For a little time he
sat inactive, looking out into the night and smoking.
At last he roused himself, and opening the suitcase, took out some papers
and magazines, then closed the suitcase again and endeavored to shove it
under the opposite seat—without success. Some hidden obstacle resisted it.
He shoved harder with rising impatience, but it still stuck out halfway into
the carriage.
“Why the devil wont it go in?” he muttered, and hauling it out
completely, he stooped down and peered under the seat....
A moment later a cry rang out into the night, and the great train came to
an unwilling halt in obedience to the imperative jerking of the
communication-cord.

“Mon ami,” said Poirot. “You have, I know, been deeply interested in
this mystery of the Plymouth Express. Read this.”
I picked up the note he flicked across the table to me. It was brief and to
the point.
Dear Sir:
I shall be obliged if you will call upon me at your earliest convenience.
Yours faithfully,
Ebenezer Halliday.

The connection was not clear to my mind, and I looked inquiringly at
Poirot. For answer he took up the newspaper and read aloud:
“‘A sensational discovery was made last night. A young naval officer
returning to Plymouth found under the seat of his compartment, the body of
a woman, stabbed through the heart. The officer at once pulled the
communication-cord, and the train was brought to a standstill. The woman
who was about thirty years of age, and richly dressed, has not yet been
identified.’

“And later we have this: ‘The woman found dead in the Plymouth
Express has been identified as the Honorable Mrs. Rupert Carrington.’ You
see now, my friend? Or if you do not, I will add this. Mrs. Rupert
Carrington was, before her marriage, Flossie Halliday, daughter of old man
Halliday, the steel king of America.”
“And he has sent for you? Splendid!”
“I did him a little service in the past—an affair of bearer bonds. And
once, when I was in Paris for a royal visit, I had Mademoiselle Flossie
pointed out to me. La jolie petite pensionnaire! She had the jolie dot too! It
caused trouble. She nearly made a bad affair.”
“How was that?”
“A certain Count de la Rochefour. Un bien mauvais sujet! A bad hat, as
you would say. An adventurer pure and simple, who knew how to appeal to
a romantic young girl. Luckily her father got wind of it in time. He took her
back to America in haste. I heard of her marriage some years later, but I
know nothing of her husband.”
“H’m,” I said. “The Honorable Rupert Carrington is no beauty, by all
accounts. He’d pretty well run through his own money on the turf, and I
should imagine old man Halliday’s dollars came along in the nick of time. I
should say that for a good-looking, well-mannered, utterly unscrupulous
young scoundrel, it would be hard to find his match!”
“Ah, the poor little lady! Elle n’est pas bien tombée!”
“I fancy he made it pretty obvious at once that it was her money, and not
she, that had attracted him. I believe they drifted apart almost at once. I
have heard rumors lately that there was to be a definite legal separation.”
“Old man Halliday is no fool. He would tie up her money pretty tight.”
“I dare say. Anyway, I know as a fact that the Honorable Rupert is said to
be extremely hard up.”
“Ah-ha! I wonder—”
“You wonder what?”
“My good friend, do not jump down my throat like that. You are
interested, I see. Supposing you accompany me to see Mr. Halliday. There
is a taxi stand at the corner.”

A very few minutes sufficed to whirl us to the superb house in Park Lane
rented by the American magnate. We were shown into the library, and

almost immediately we were joined by a large, stout man, with piercing
eyes and an aggressive chin.
“M. Poirot?” said Mr. Halliday. “I guess I don’t need to tell you what I
want you for. You’ve read the papers, and I’m never one to let the grass
grow under my feet. I happened to hear you were in London, and I
remembered the good work you did over those bonds. Never forget a name.
I’ve got the pick of Scotland Yard, but I’ll have my own man as well.
Money no object. All the dollars were made for my little girl—and now
she’s gone, I’ll spend my last cent to catch the damned scoundrel that did it!
See? So it’s up to you to deliver the goods.”
Poirot bowed.
“I accept, monsieur, all the more willingly that I saw your daughter in
Paris several times. And now I will ask you to tell me the circumstances of
her journey to Plymouth and any other details that seem to you to bear upon
the case.”
“Well, to begin with,” responded Halliday, “she wasn’t going to
Plymouth. She was going to join a house-party at Avonmead Court, the
Duchess of Swansea’s place. She left London by the twelve-fourteen from
Paddington, arriving at Bristol (where she had to change) at two-fifty. The
principal Plymouth expresses, of course, run via Westbury, and do not go
near Bristol at all. The twelve-fourteen does a nonstop run to Bristol,
afterward stopping at Weston, Taunton, Exeter and Newton Abbot. My
daughter traveled alone in her carriage, which was reserved as far as
Bristol, her maid being in a third-class carriage in the next coach.”

Poirot nodded, and Mr. Halliday went on: “The party at Avonmead Court
was to be a very gay one, with several balls, and in consequence my
daughter had with her nearly all her jewels—amounting in value perhaps, to
about a hundred thousand dollars.”
“Un moment,” interrupted Poirot. “Who had charge of the jewels? Your
daughter, or the maid?”
“My daughter always took charge of them herself, carrying them in a
small blue morocco case.”
“Continue, monsieur.”
“At Bristol the maid, Jane Mason, collected her mistress’ dressing-bag
and wraps, which were with her, and came to the door of Flossie’s

compartment. To her intense surprise, my daughter told her that she was not
getting out at Bristol, but was going on farther. She directed Mason to get
out the luggage and put it in the cloak-room. She could have tea in the
refreshment-room, but she was to wait at the station for her mistress, who
would return to Bristol by an up-train in the course of the afternoon. The
maid, although very much astonished, did as she was told. She put the
luggage in the cloak-room and had some tea. But up-train after up-train
came in, and her mistress did not appear. After the arrival of the last train,
she left the luggage where it was, and went to a hotel near the station for the
night. This morning she read of the tragedy, and returned to town by the
first available train.”
“Is there nothing to account for your daughter’s sudden change of plan?”
“Well, there is this: According to Jane Mason, at Bristol, Flossie was no
longer alone in her carriage. There was a man in it who stood looking out of
the farther window so that she could not see his face.”
“The train was a corridor one, of course?”
“Yes.”
“Which side was the corridor?”
“On the platform side. My daughter was standing in the corridor as she
talked to Mason.”
“And there is no doubt in your mind—excuse me!” He got up, and
carefully straightened the inkstand which was a little askew. “Je vous
demande pardon,” he continued, reseating himself. “It affects my nerves to
see anything crooked. Strange, is it not? I was saying, monsieur, that there
is no doubt in your mind, as to this probably unexpected meeting being the
cause of your daughter’s sudden change of plan?”
“It seems the only reasonable supposition.”
“You have no idea as to who the gentleman in question might be?”
The millionaire hesitated for a moment, and then replied.
“No—I do not know at all.”
“Now—as to the discovery of the body?”
“It was discovered by a young naval officer who at once gave the alarm.
There was a doctor on the train. He examined the body. She had been first
chloroformed, and then stabbed. He gave it as his opinion that she had been
dead about four hours, so it must have been done not long after leaving

Bristol. —Probably between there and Weston, possibly between Weston
and Taunton.”
“And the jewel-case.”
“The jewel-case, M. Poirot, was missing.”
“One thing more, monsieur. Your daughter’s fortune—to whom does it
pass at her death?”
“Flossie made a will soon after her marriage, leaving everything to her
husband.” He hesitated for a minute, and then went on: “I may as well tell
you, Monsieur Poirot, that I regard my son-in-law as an unprincipled
scoundrel, and that, by my advice, my daughter was on the eve of freeing
herself from him by legal means—no difficult matter. I settled her money
upon her in such a way that he could not touch it during her lifetime, but
although they have lived entirely apart for some years, she has frequently
acceded to his demands for money, rather than face an open scandal.
However, I was determined to put an end to this, and at last Flossie agreed,
and my lawyers were instructed to take proceedings.”
“And where is Monsieur Carrington?”
“In town. I believe he was away in the country yesterday, but he returned
last night.”
Poirot considered a little while. Then he said: “I think that is all,
monsieur.”
“You would like to see the maid, Jane Mason?”
“If you please.”

Halliday rang the bell, and gave a short order to the footman. A few
minutes later Jane Mason entered the room, a respectable, hard-featured
woman, as emotionless in the face of tragedy as only a good servant can be.
“You will permit me to put a few questions? Your mistress, she was quite
as usual before starting yesterday morning? Not excited or flurried?”
“Oh, no sir!”
“But at Bristol she was quite different?”
“Yes sir, regular upset—so nervous she didn’t seem to know what she
was saying.”
“What did she say exactly?”

“Well sir, as near as I can remember, she said: ‘Mason, I’ve got to alter
my plans. Something has happened—I mean, I’m not getting out here after
all. I must go on. Get out the luggage and put it in the cloak-room; then
have some tea, and wait for me in the station.’
“‘Wait for you here, ma’am?’ I asked.
“‘Yes, yes. Don’t leave the station. I shall return by a later train. I don’t
know when. It mayn’t be until quite late.’
“‘Very well, ma’am,’ I says. It wasn’t my place to ask questions, but I
thought it very strange.”
“It was unlike your mistress, eh?”
“Very unlike her, sir.”
“What did you think?”
“Well sir, I thought it was to do with the gentleman in the carriage. She
didn’t speak to him, but she turned round once or twice as though to ask
him if she was doing right.”
“But you didn’t see the gentleman’s face?”
“No sir; he stood with his back to me all the time.”
“Can you describe him at all?”
“He had on a light fawn overcoat, and a traveling cap. He was tall and
slender, like, and the back of his head was dark.”
“You didn’t know him?”
“Oh, no, I don’t think so, sir.”
“It was not your master, Mr. Carrington, by any chance?”
Mason looked rather startled.
“Oh! I don’t think so, sir!”
“But you are not sure?”
“It was about the master’s build, sir—but I never thought of it being him.
We so seldom saw him. I couldn’t say it wasn’t him!”
Poirot picked up a pin from the carpet, and frowned at it severely; then
he continued: “Would it be possible for the man to have entered the train at
Bristol before you reached the carriage?”
Mason considered.
“Yes sir, I think it would. My compartment was very crowded, and it was
some minutes before I could get out—and then there was a very large
crowd on the platform, and that delayed me too. But he’d only have had a

minute or two to speak to the mistress, that way. I took it for granted that
he’d come along the corridor.”
“That is more probable, certainly.”
He paused, still frowning.
“You know how the mistress was dressed, sir?”
“The papers give a few details, but I would like you to confirm them.”
“She was wearing a white fox fur toque, sir, with a white spotted veil,
and a blue frieze coat and skirt—the shade of blue they call electric.”
“H’m, rather striking.”
“Yes,” remarked Halliday. “Inspector Japp is in hopes that that may help
us to fix the spot where the crime took place. Anyone who saw her would
remember her.”
“Précisément! —Thank you, mademoiselle.” The maid left the room.
“Well!” Poirot got up briskly. “That is all I can do here—except,
monsieur, that I would ask you to tell me everything—but everything!”
“I have done so.”
“You are sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then there is nothing more to be said. I must decline the case.”
“Why?”
“Because you have not been frank with me.”
“I assure you—”
“No, you are keeping something back.”

There was a moment’s pause, and then Halliday drew a paper from his
pocket and handed it to my friend.
“I guess that’s what you’re after, Monsieur Poirot—though how you
know about it fairly gets my goat!”
Poirot smiled, and unfolded the paper. It was a letter written in thin
sloping handwriting. Poirot read it aloud.

“‘Chère Madame:
“‘It is with infinite pleasure that I look forward to the felicity of
meeting you again. After your so amiable reply to my letter, I can
hardly restrain my impatience. I have never forgotten those days in

Paris. It is most cruel that you should be leaving London tomorrow.
However, before very long, and perhaps sooner than you think, I shall
have the joy of beholding once more the lady whose image has ever
reigned supreme in my heart.
“‘Believe, chère madame, all the assurances of my most devoted
and unaltered sentiments—
“‘Armand de la Rochefour.’”

Poirot handed the letter back to Halliday with a bow.
“I fancy, monsieur, that you did not know that your daughter intended
renewing her acquaintance with the Count de la Rochefour?”
“It came as a thunderbolt to me! I found this letter in my daughter’s
handbag. As you probably know, Monsieur Poirot, this so-called count is an
adventurer of the worst type.”
Poirot nodded.
“But what I want to know is how you knew of the existence of this
letter?”
My friend smiled. “Monsieur, I did not. But to track footmarks, and
recognize cigarette-ash is not sufficient for a detective. He must also be a
good psychologist! I knew that you disliked and mistrusted your son-in-law.
He benefits by your daughter’s death; the maid’s description of the
mysterious man bears a sufficient resemblance to him. Yet you are not keen
on his track! Why? Surely because your suspicions lie in another direction.
Therefore you were keeping something back.”
“You’re right, Monsieur Poirot. I was sure of Rupert’s guilt until I found
this letter. It unsettled me horribly.”
“Yes. The Count says: ‘Before very long, and perhaps sooner than you
think.’ Obviously he would not want to wait until you should get wind of
his reappearance. Was it he who traveled down from London by the twelve-
fourteen, and came along the corridor to your daughter’s compartment? The
Count de la Rochefour is also, if I remember rightly, tall and dark!”
The millionaire nodded.
“Well, monsieur, I will wish you good day. Scotland Yard, has, I
presume, a list of the jewels?”
“Yes, I believe Inspector Japp is here now if you would like to see him.”

Japp was an old friend of ours, and greeted Poirot with a sort of
affectionate contempt.
“And how are you, monsieur? No bad feeling between us, though we
have got our different ways of looking at things. How are the ‘little gray
cells,’ eh? Going strong?”
Poirot beamed upon him. “They function, my good Japp; assuredly they
do!”
“Then that’s all right. Think it was the Honorable Rupert, or a crook?
We’re keeping an eye on all the regular places, of course. We shall know if
the shiners are disposed of, and of course whoever did it isn’t going to keep
them to admire their sparkle. Not likely! I’m trying to find out where
Rupert Carrington was yesterday. Seems a bit of a mystery about it. I’ve got
a man watching him.”
“A great precaution, but perhaps a day late,” suggested Poirot gently.
“You always will have your joke, Monsieur Poirot. Well, I’m off to
Paddington. Bristol, Weston, Taunton, that’s my beat. So long.”
“You will come round and see me this evening, and tell me the result?”
“Sure thing, if I’m back.”
“That good Inspector believes in matter in motion,” murmured Poirot as
our friend departed. “He travels; he measures footprints; he collects mud
and cigarette-ash! He is extremely busy! He is zealous beyond words! And
if I mentioned psychology to him, do you know what he would do, my
friend? He would smile! He would say to himself: ‘Poor old Poirot! He
ages! He grows senile!’ Japp is the ‘younger generation knocking on the
door.’ And ma foi! They are so busy knocking that they do not notice that
the door is open!”
“And what are you going to do?”
“As we have carte blanche, I shall expend threepence in ringing up the
Ritz—where you may have noticed our Count is staying. After that, as my
feet are a little damp, and I have sneezed twice, I shall return to my rooms
and make myself a tisano over the spirit lamp!”

I did not see Poirot again until the following morning. I found him
placidly finishing his breakfast.
“Well?” I inquired eagerly. “What has happened?”
“Nothing.”

“But Japp?”
“I have not seen him.”
“The Count?”
“He left the Ritz the day before yesterday.”
“The day of the murder?”
“Yes.”
“Then that settles it! Rupert Carrington is cleared.”
“Because the Count de la Rochefour has left the Ritz? You go too fast,
my friend.”
“Anyway, he must be followed, arrested! But what could be his motive?”
“One hundred thousand dollars’ worth of jewelry is a very good motive
for anyone. No, the question to my mind is: why kill her? Why not simply
steal the jewels? She would not prosecute.”
“Why not?”
“Because she is a woman, mon ami. She once loved this man. Therefore
she would suffer her loss in silence. And the Count, who is an extremely
good psychologist where women are concerned,—hence his successes,—
would know that perfectly well! On the other hand, if Rupert Carrington
killed her, why take the jewels, which would incriminate him fatally?”
“As a blind.”
“Perhaps you are right, my friend. Ah, here is Japp! I recognize his
knock.”
The Inspector was beaming good-humoredly.
“Morning, Poirot. Only just got back. I’ve done some good work! And
you?”
“Me, I have arranged my ideas,” replied Poirot placidly.
Japp laughed heartily.
“Old chap’s getting on in years,” he observed beneath his breath to me.
“That wont do for us young folk,” he said aloud.
“Quel dommage?” Poirot inquired.
“Well, do you want to hear what I’ve done?”
“You permit me to make a guess? You have found the knife with which
the crime was committed by the side of the line between Weston and
Taunton, and you have interviewed the paper-boy who spoke to Mrs.
Carrington at Weston!”

Japp’s jaw fell. “How on earth did you know? Don’t tell me it was those
almighty ‘little gray cells’ of yours!”
“I am glad you admit for once that they are all mighty! Tell me, did she
give the paper-boy a shilling for himself?”
“No, it was half a crown!” Japp recovered his temper and grinned.
“Pretty extravagant, these rich Americans!”
“And in consequence the boy did not forget her?”
“Not he. Half-crowns don’t come his way every day. She hailed him and
bought two magazines. One had a picture of a girl in blue on the cover.
‘That’ll match me,’ she said. Oh! he remembered her perfectly. Well, that
was enough for me. By the doctor’s evidence, the crime must have been
committed before Taunton. I guessed they’d throw the knife away at once,
and I walked down the line looking for it; and sure enough, there it was. I
made inquiries at Taunton about our man, but of course it’s a big station,
and it wasn’t likely they’d notice him. He probably got back to London by a
later train.”
Poirot nodded. “Very likely.”
“But I found another bit of news when I got back. They’re passing the
jewels, all right! That large emerald was pawned last night—by one of the
regular lot. Who do you think it was?”
“I don’t know—except that he was a short man.”
Japp stared. “Well, you’re right there. He’s short enough. It was Red
Narky.”
“Who on earth is Red Narky?” I asked.
“A particularly sharp jewel-thief, sir. And not one to stick at murder.
Usually works with a woman—Gracie Kidd; but she doesn’t seem to be in
it this time—unless she’s got off to Holland with the rest of the swag.”
“You’ve arrested Narky?”
“Sure thing. But mind you, it’s the other man we want—the man who
went down with Mrs. Carrington in the train. He was the one who planned
the job, right enough. But Narky wont squeal on a pal.”
I noticed that Poirot’s eyes had become very green.
“I think,” he said gently, “that I can find Narky’s pal for you, all right.”
“One of your little ideas, eh?” Japp eyed Poirot sharply. “Wonderful how
you manage to deliver the goods sometimes, at your age and all. Devil’s

own luck, of course.”
“Perhaps, perhaps,” murmured my friend. “Hastings, my hat. And the
brush. So! My galoshes if it still rains! We must not undo the good work of
that tisano. Au revoir, Japp!”
“Good luck to you, Poirot.”
Poirot hailed the first taxi we met, and directed the driver to Park Lane.

When we drew up before Halliday’s house, he skipped out nimbly, paid
the driver and rang the bell. To the footman who opened the door he made a
request in a low voice, and we were immediately taken upstairs. We went
up to the top of the house, and were shown into a small neat bedroom.
Poirot’s eyes roved round the room and fastened themselves on a small
black trunk. He knelt in front of it, scrutinized the labels on it, and took a
small twist of wire from his pocket.
“Ask Mr. Halliday if he will be so kind as to mount to me here,” he said
over his shoulder to the footman.

(It is suggested that the reader pause in his perusal of the story at this
point, make his own solution of the mystery—and then see how close he
comes to that of the author.—The Editors.)

The man departed, and Poirot gently coaxed the lock of the trunk with a
practiced hand. In a few minutes the lock gave, and he raised the lid of the
trunk. Swiftly he began rummaging among the clothes it contained, flinging
them out on the floor.
There was a heavy step on the stairs, and Halliday entered the room.
“What in hell are you doing here?” he demanded, staring.
“I was looking, monsieur, for this.” Poirot withdrew from the trunk a
coat and skirt of bright blue frieze, and a small toque of white fox fur.
“What are you doing with my trunk?” I turned to see that the maid, Jane
Mason, had just entered the room.
“If you will just shut the door, Hastings. Thank you. Yes, and stand with
your back against it. Now, Mr. Halliday, let me introduce you to Grace
Kidd, otherwise Jane Mason, who will shortly rejoin her accomplice, Red
Narky, under the kind escort of Japp.”

“It was of the most simple.” Poirot waved a deprecating hand, then
helped himself to more caviare. It is not every day that one lunches with a
millionaire.
“It was the maid’s insistence on the clothes that her mistress was wearing
that first struck me. Why was she so anxious that our attention should be
directed to them? I reflected that we had only the maid’s word for the
mysterious man in the carriage at Bristol. As far as the doctor’s evidence
went, Mrs. Carrington might easily have been murdered before reaching
Bristol. But if so, then the maid must be an accomplice. And if she were an
accomplice, she would not wish this point to rest on her evidence alone.
The clothes Mrs. Carrington was wearing were of a striking nature. A maid
usually has a good deal of choice as to what her mistress shall wear. Now if,
after Bristol, anyone saw a lady in a bright blue coat and skirt, and a fur
toque, he will be quite ready to swear he has seen Mrs. Carrington.
“I began to reconstruct. The maid would provide herself with duplicate
clothes. She and her accomplice chloroform and stab Mrs. Carrington
between London and Bristol, probably taking advantage of a tunnel. Her
body is rolled under the seat; the maid takes her place. At Weston she must
make herself noticed. How? In all probability, a newspaper-boy will be
selected. She will insure his remembering her by giving him a large tip. She
also drew his attention to the color of her dress by a remark about one of the
magazines. After leaving Weston, she throws the knife out of the window to
mark the place where the crime presumably occurred, and changes her
clothes, or buttons a long mackintosh over them. At Taunton she leaves the
train and returns to Bristol as soon as possible, where her accomplice has
duly left the luggage in the cloak-room. He hands over the ticket and
himself returns to London. She waits on the platform, carrying out her rôle,
goes to a hotel for the night and returns to town in the morning exactly as
she said.
“When Japp returned from his expedition, he confirmed all my
deductions. He also told me that a well-known crook was passing the
jewels. I knew that whoever it was would be the exact opposite of the man
Jane Mason described. When I heard that it was Red Narky, who always
worked with Gracie Kidd—well, I knew just where to find her.”
“And the Count?”
“The more I thought of it, the more I was convinced that he had nothing
to do with it. That gentleman is much too careful of his own skin to risk

murder. It would be out of keeping with his character.”
“Well, Monsieur Poirot,” said Halliday. “I owe you a big debt. And the
check I write after lunch wont go near to settling it.”
Poirot smiled modestly, and murmured to me: “The good Japp, he shall
get the official credit, all right, but though he has got his Gracie Kidd, I
think that I, as the Americans say, have got his goat!”

Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the January 1924 issue of The Blue
Book Magazine.

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