Убийство на поле для гольфа
14. The Second Body
“Wewillleavethingsastheyareasmuchaspossible,”heexplained.“Itpleasestheexaminingmagistrate.Ehbien,doyounoticeanythingelse?”
Iwasforcedtoshakemyhead.
“Lookathishands.”
Idid.Thenailswerebrokenanddiscoloured,andtheskinwashard.IthardlyenlightenedmeasmuchasIshouldhavelikedittohavedone.IlookedupatGiraud.
“Theyarenotthehandsofagentleman,”hesaid,answeringmylook.“Onthecontraryhisclothesarethoseofawell-to-doman.Thatiscurious,isitnot?”
“Verycurious,”Iagreed.
“Andnoneofhisclothingismarked.Whatdowelearnfromthat?Thismanwastryingtopasshimselfoffasotherthanhewas.Hewasmasquerading.Why?Didhefearsomething?Washetryingtoescapebydisguisinghimself?Asyetwedonotknow,butonethingwedoknow—hewasasanxioustoconcealhisidentityaswearetodiscoverit.”
Helookeddownatthebodyagain.
“Asbeforetherearenofinger-printsonthehandleofthedagger.Themurdereragainworegloves.”
“Youthink,then,thatthemurdererwasthesameinbothcases?”Iaskedeagerly.
Giraudbecameinscrutable.
“NevermindwhatIthink.Weshallsee.Marchaud!”
Thesergentdevilleappearedatthedoorway.
“Monsieur?”
“WhyisMadameRenauldnothere?Isentforheraquarterofanhourago?”
“Sheiscomingupthepathnow,monsieur,andhersonwithher.”
“Good.Ionlywantoneatatime,though.”
Marchaudsalutedanddisappearedagain.AmomentlaterhereappearedwithMrs.Renauld.
“HereisMadame.”
Giraudcameforwardwithacurtbow.
“Thisway,madame.
