Убийство на поле для гольфа
13. The Girl with the Anxious Eyes
Therewaslessrailleryinhisvoiceasheasked:
“Youbelieve,then,inbirthandbreeding?”
“Imaybeold-fashioned,butIcertainlydon’tbelieveinmarryingoutofone’sclass.Itneveranswers.”
“Iagreewithyou,monami.Ninety-ninetimesoutofahundred,itisasyousay.Butthereisalwaysthehundredthtime!Still,thatdoesnotarise,asyoudonotproposetoseetheladyagain.”
Hislastwordswerealmostaquestion,andIwasawareofthesharpnesswithwhichhedartedaglanceatme.Andbeforemyeyes,writlargeinlettersoffire,Isawthewords“HôtelduPhare,”andIheardagainhervoicesaying“Comeandlookmeup”andmyownansweringwithempressement:“Iwill.”
Well,whatofit?Ihadmeanttogoatthetime.Butsincethen,Ihadhadtimetoreflect.Ididnotlikethegirl.Thinkingitoverincoldblood,IcamedefinitelytotheconclusionthatIdislikedherintensely.Ihadgothauledoverthecoalsforfoolishlygratifyinghermorbidcuriosity,andIhadnottheleastwishtoseeheragain.
IansweredPoirotlightlyenough.
“Sheaskedmetolookherup,butofcourseIshan’t.”
“Why‘ofcourse’?”
“Well—Idon’twantto.”
“Isee.”Hestudiedmeattentivelyforsomeminutes.“Yes.Iseeverywell.Andyouarewise.Sticktowhatyouhavesaid.”
“Thatseemstobeyourinvariableadvice,”Iremarked,ratherpiqued.
“Ah,myfriend,havefaithinPapaPoirot.Someday,ifyoupermit,Iwillarrangeyouamarriageofgreatsuitability.”
“Thankyou,”Isaidlaughing,“buttheprospectleavesmecold.
