Убийство на поле для гольфа
6. The Scene of the Crime
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“Abunkair?”Poirotturnedtome.“Thatistheirregularholefilledwithsandandabankatoneside,isitnot?”
Iconcurred.
“Youdonotplaythegolf,M.Poirot?”inquiredBex.
“I?Never!Whatagame!”Hebecameexcited.“Figuretoyourself,eachholeitisofadifferentlength.Theobstacles,theyarenotarrangedmathematically.Eventhegreensarefrequentlyuponeside!Thereisonlyonepleasingthing—thehowdoyoucallthem?—teeboxes!They,atleast,aresymmetrical.”
IcouldnotrefrainfromalaughatthewaythegameappearedtoPoirot,andmylittlefriendsmiledatmeaffectionately,bearingnomalice.Thenheasked:
“ButM.Renauld,withoutdoubtheplayedthegolf?”
“Yes,hewasakeengolfer.It’smainlyowingtohim,andtohislargesubscriptions,thatthisworkisbeingcarriedforward.Heevenhadasayinthedesigningofit.”
Poirotnoddedthoughtfully.
Thenheremarked:
“Itwasnotaverygoodchoicetheymade—ofaspottoburythebody?Whenthemenbegantodiguptheground,allwouldhavebeendiscovered.”
“Exactly,”criedGiraudtriumphantly.“Andthatprovesthattheywerestrangerstotheplace.It’sanexcellentpieceofindirectevidence.”
“Yes,”saidPoirotdoubtfully.“Noonewhoknewwouldburyabodythere—unless—unless—theywantedittobediscovered.Andthatisclearlyabsurd,isitnot?”
Girauddidnoteventroubletoreply.
“Yes,”saidPoirot,inasomewhatdissatisfiedvoice.“Yes—undoubtedly—absurd!”
