Убийство на поле для гольфа
13. The Girl with the Anxious Eyes
“Why?”
“Monsieurhasnotheardthenews,though?”
“Whatnews?”
“Thattherehasbeenanothermurdertherelastnight!”
“What?”
Leavingmybreakfast,IcaughtupmyhatandranasfastasIcould.Anothermurder—andPoirotaway!Whatfatality.Butwhohadbeenmurdered?
Idashedinatthegate.Agroupoftheservantswasinthedrive,talkingandgesticulating.IcaughtholdofFrançoise.
“Whathashappened?”
“Oh,monsieur!monsieur!Anotherdeath!Itisterrible.Thereisacurseuponthehouse.Butyes,Isayit,acurse!TheyshouldsendforM.lecurétobringsomeholywater.NeverwillIsleepanothernightunderthatroof.Itmightbemyturn,whoknows?”
Shecrossedherself.
“Yes,”Icried,“butwhohasbeenkilled?”
“DoIknow—me?Aman—astranger.Theyfoundhimupthere—intheshed—notahundredyardsfromwheretheyfoundpoorMonsieur.Andthatisnotall.Heisstabbed—stabbedtotheheartwiththesamedagger!”
