Убийство на поле для гольфа
1. A Fellow Traveller
Ijudgedthatshewaslittlemorethanseventeen,butherfacewascoveredwithpowder,andherlipswerequiteimpossiblyscarlet.
Nothingabashed,shereturnedmyglance,andexecutedanexpressivegrimace.
“Dearme,we’veshockedthekindgentleman!”sheobservedtoanimaginaryaudience.“Iapologizeformylanguage!Mostunladylike,andallthat,butOh,Lord,there’sreasonenoughforit!DoyouknowI’velostmyonlysister?”
“Really?”Isaidpolitely.“Howunfortunate.”
“Hedisapproves!”remarkedthelady.“Hedisapprovesutterly—ofme,andmysister—whichlastisunfair,becausehehasn’tseenher!”
Iopenedmymouth,butsheforestalledme.
“Saynomore!Nobodylovesme!Ishallgointothegardenandeatworms!Boohoo!Iamcrushed!”
SheburiedherselfbehindalargecomicFrenchpaper.InaminuteortwoIsawhereyesstealthilypeepingatmeoverthetop.InspiteofmyselfIcouldnothelpsmiling,andinaminuteshehadtossedthepaperaside,andhadburstintoamerrypealoflaughter.
“Iknewyouweren’tsuchamuttasyoulooked,”shecried.
HerlaughterwassoinfectiousthatIcouldnothelpjoiningin,thoughIhardlycaredfortheword“mutt.”ThegirlwascertainlyallthatImostdisliked,butthatwasnoreasonwhyIshouldmakemyselfridiculousbymyattitude.Ipreparedtounbend.Afterall,shewasdecidedlypretty. …
“There!Nowwe’refriends!”declaredtheminx.“Sayyou’resorryaboutmysister—”
“Iamdesolated!”
“That’sagoodboy!”
“Letmefinish.
