Убийство на поле для гольфа
8. An Unexpected Meeting
“Ifyouhave,hernameisHarris!”
“Doyouremembermine?”sheasked,withasmile.
“Cinderella.Butyou’regoingtotellmetherealonenow,aren’tyou?”
Sheshookherheadwithawickedlook.
“Notevenwhyyou’rehere?”
“Oh,that!Isupposeyou’veheardofmembersofmyprofession‘resting.’ ”
“AtexpensiveFrenchwatering-places?”
“Dirtcheapifyouknowwheretogo.”
Ieyedherkeenly.
“Still,you’dnointentionofcomingherewhenImetyoutwodaysago?”
“Weallhaveourdisappointments,”saidMissCinderellasententiously.“Therenow,I’vetoldyouquiteasmuchasisgoodforyou.Littleboysshouldnotbeinquisitive.You’venotyettoldmewhatyou’redoinghere?GottheM.P.intow,Isuppose,doingthegayboyonthebeach.”
Ishookmyhead.“Guessagain.Youremembermytellingyouthatmygreatfriendwasadetective?”
“Yes?”
“Andperhapsyou’veheardaboutthiscrime—attheVillaGeneviève—?”
Shestaredatme.Herbreastheaved,andhereyesgrewwideandround.
“Youdon’tmean—thatyou’reinonthat?”
Inodded.TherewasnodoubtthatIhadscoredheavily.Heremotion,assheregardedme,wasonlytooevident.Forsomefewseconds,sheremainedsilent,staringatme.Thenshenoddedherheademphatically.
“Well,ifthatdoesn’tbeattheband!Totemeround.Iwanttoseeallthehorrors.”
“Whatdoyoumean?”
“WhatIsay.Blesstheboy,didn’tItellyouIdotedoncrimes?WhatdoyouthinkI’mimperillingmyanklesforinhigh-heeledshoesoverthisstubble?I’vebeennosingroundforhours.
