Загадочное происшествие в Стайлзе
Chapter IX. Dr. Bauerstein
Still,thefervourofhiswordswenttowardstheappeasingofmyjustdispleasure.Ithawed.
“IgaveLawrenceyourmessage,”Isaid.
“Andwhatdidhesay?Hewasentirelypuzzled?”
“Yes.Iamquitesurehehadnoideaofwhatyoumeant.”
IhadexpectedPoirottobedisappointed;but,tomysurprise,herepliedthatthatwasashehadthought,andthathewasveryglad.Myprideforbademetoaskanyquestions.
Poirotswitchedoffonanothertack.
“MademoiselleCynthiawasnotatlunchto-day?Howwasthat?”
“Sheisatthehospitalagain.Sheresumedworkto-day.”
“Ah,sheisanindustriouslittledemoiselle.Andprettytoo.SheislikepicturesIhaveseeninItaly.Iwouldratherliketoseethatdispensaryofhers.Doyouthinkshewouldshowittome?”
“Iamsureshewouldbedelighted.It’saninterestinglittleplace.”
“Doesshegothereeveryday?”
“ShehasallWednesdaysoff,andcomesbacktolunchonSaturdays.Thoseareheronlytimesoff.”
“Iwillremember.Womenaredoinggreatworknowadays,andMademoiselleCynthiaisclever—oh,yes,shehasbrains,thatlittleone.”
“Yes.Ibelieveshehaspassedquiteastiffexam.”
“Withoutdoubt.Afterall,itisveryresponsiblework.Isupposetheyhaveverystrongpoisonsthere?”
“Yes,sheshowedthemtous.Theyarekeptlockedupinalittlecupboard.Ibelievetheyhavetobeverycareful.Theyalwaystakeoutthekeybeforeleavingtheroom.”
“Indeed.Itisnearthewindow,thiscupboard?”
“No,righttheothersideoftheroom.
