Убийство на поле для гольфа
2. An Appeal for Help
Myeyeswerefascinatedbythegirlwhostillstood,withonehandonthegate,watchingus.Iamanadmirerofbeauty,andherewasonewhomnobodycouldhavepassedwithoutremark.Verytall,withtheproportionsofayounggoddess,heruncoveredgoldenheadgleaminginthesunlight,IsworetomyselfthatshewasoneofthemostbeautifulgirlsIhadeverseen.Asweswunguptheroughroad,Iturnedmyheadtolookafterher.
“ByJove,Poirot,”Iexclaimed,“didyouseethatyounggoddess.”
Poirotraisedhiseyebrows.
“Çacommence!”hemurmured.“Alreadyyouhaveseenagoddess!”
“But,hangitall,wasn’tshe?”
“Possibly.Ididnotremarkthefact.”
“Surelyyounoticedher?”
“Monami,twopeoplerarelyseethesamething.You,forinstance,sawagoddess.I—”hehesitated.
“Yes?”
“Isawonlyagirlwithanxiouseyes,”saidPoirotgravely.
Butatthatmomentwedrewupatabiggreengate,and,simultaneously,webothutteredanexclamation.Beforeitstoodanimposingsergentdeville.Hehelduphishandtobarourway.
“Youcannotpass,monsieurs.”
“ButwewishtoseeMr.Renauld,”Icried.“Wehaveanappointment.ThisishisVilla,isn’tit?”
“Yes,monsieur,but—”
Poirotleanedforward.
“Butwhat?”
“M.Renauldwasmurderedthismorning.”
