Убийство на поле для гольфа
13. The Girl with the Anxious Eyes
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Poirotsighedandshookhishead.
“LesAnglais!”hemurmured.“Nomethod—absolutelynonewhatever.Theyleavealltochance!”Hefrowned,andalteredthepositionofthesaltcellar.
“MademoiselleCinderellaisstayingattheHôteld’Angleterreyoutoldme,didyounot?”
“No.HôtelduPhare.”
“True,Iforgot.”
Amoment’smisgivingshotacrossmymind.SurelyIhadnevermentionedanyhoteltoPoirot.Ilookedacrossathim,andfeltreassured.Hewascuttinghisbreadintoneatlittlesquares,completelyabsorbedinhistask.HemusthavefanciedIhadtoldhimwherethegirlwasstaying.
Wehadcoffeeoutsidefacingthesea.Poirotsmokedoneofhistinycigarettes,andthendrewhiswatchfromhispocket.
“ThetraintoParisleavesat2:25,”heobserved.“Ishouldbestarting.”
“Paris?”Icried.
“ThatiswhatIsaid,monami.”
“YouaregoingtoParis?Butwhy?”
Herepliedveryseriously.
“TolookforthemurdererofM.Renauld.”
“YouthinkheisinParis?”
“Iamquitecertainthatheisnot.Nevertheless,itistherethatImustlookforhim.Youdonotunderstand,butIwillexplainitalltoyouingoodtime.Believeme,thisjourneytoParisisnecessary.Ishallnotbeawaylong.InallprobabilityIshallreturntomorrow.Idonotproposethatyoushouldaccompanyme.RemainhereandkeepaneyeonGiraud.AlsocultivatethesocietyofM.Renauldfils.Andthirdly,ifyouwish,endeavourtocuthimoutwithMademoiselleMarthe.ButIfearyouwillnothavegreatsuccess.”
Ididnotquiterelishthelastremark.
“Thatremindsme,”Isaid.
