Убийство на поле для гольфа
6. The Scene of the Crime
Giraudshruggedhisshoulderstoindicatethatheneitherknewnorcared.
“Mayhavebeenlyingaroundhereforweeks.Anyway,itdoesn’tinterestme.”
“I,onthecontrary,finditveryinteresting,”saidPoirotsweetly.
IguessedthathewasmerelybentonannoyingtheParisdetectiveand,ifso,hesucceeded.Theotherturnedawayrudely,remarkingthathehadnotimetowaste,andbendingdownheresumedhisminutesearchoftheground.
MeanwhilePoirot,asthoughstruckbyasuddenidea,steppedbackovertheboundary,andtriedthedoorofthelittleshed.
“That’slocked,”saidGiraudoverhisshoulder.“Butit’sonlyaplacewherethegardenerkeepshisrubbish.Thespadedidn’tcomefromthere,butfromthetoolshedupbythehouse.”
“Marvellous,”murmuredM.Bex,tomeecstatically.“Hehasbeenherebuthalfanhour,andhealreadyknowseverything!Whataman!UndoubtedlyGiraudisthegreatestdetectivealivetoday.”
AlthoughIdislikedthedetectiveheartily,Ineverthelesswassecretlyimpressed.Efficiencyseemedtoradiatefromtheman.Icouldnothelpfeelingthat,sofar,Poirothadnotgreatlydistinguishedhimself,anditvexedme.Heseemedtobedirectinghisattentiontoallsortsofsilly,puerilepointsthathadnothingtodowiththecase.Indeed,atthisjuncture,hesuddenlyasked:
“M.Bex,tellme,Iprayyou,themeaningofthiswhitewashedlinethatextendsallroundthegrave.Isitadeviceofthepolice?”
“No,M.Poirot,itisanaffairofthegolfcourse.Itshowsthatthereisheretobea‘bunkair,’asyoucallit
