Убийство на поле для гольфа
1. A Fellow Traveller
Iwasgoingtoaddthat,althoughIamdesolated,Icanmanagetoputupwithherabsenceverywell.”Imadealittlebow.
Butthismostunaccountableofdamselsfrownedandshookherhead.
“Cutitout.Ipreferthe‘dignifieddisapproval’stunt.Oh,yourface!‘Notoneofus,’itsaid.Andyouwererightthere—though,mindyou,it’sprettyhardtotellnowadays.It’snoteveryonewhocandistinguishbetweenademiandaduchess.Therenow,IbelieveI’veshockedyouagain!You’vebeendugoutofthebackwoods,youhave.NotthatImindthat.Wecoulddowithafewmoreofyoursort.Ijusthateafellowwhogetsfresh.Itmakesmemad.”
Sheshookherheadvigorously.
“Whatareyoulikewhenyou’remad?”Iinquiredwithasmile.
“Aregularlittledevil!Don’tcarewhatIsay,orwhatIdo,either!Inearlydidachapinonce.Yes,really.He’dhavedeservedittoo.ItalianbloodI’vegot.Ishallgetintotroubleoneofthesedays.”
“Well,”Ibegged,“don’tgetmadwithme.”
“Ishan’t.Ilikeyou—didthefirstmomentIseteyesonyou.ButyoulookedsodisapprovingthatIneverthoughtweshouldmakefriends.”
“Well,wehave.Tellmesomethingaboutyourself.”
“I’manactress.No—notthekindyou’rethinkingof,lunchingattheSavoycoveredwithjewellery,andwiththeirphotographineverypapersayinghowmuchtheyloveMadameSoandSo’sfacecream.I’vebeenontheboardssinceIwasakidofsix—tumbling.”
“Ibegyourpardon,”Isaidpuzzled.
“Haven’tyouseenchildacrobats?”
“Oh,Iunderstand.
