Убийство на поле для гольфа
10. Gabriel Stonor
“Nothingsoromantic,Iamsure,M.lejuge.”
M.Hautetalsosmiled.
“True,wemustnotpermitourselvestogetmelodramatic.Thereisonethingmore—”hehesitated.
Stonorbrokeinimpetuously:
“They’vegotanextraordinaryideaintotheirheadsMrs.Renauld.TheyactuallyfancythatMr.RenauldwascarryingonanintriguewithaMadameDaubreuilwho,itseems,livesnextdoor.”
ThescarletcolourflamedintoMrs.Renauld’scheeks.Sheflungherheadup,thenbitherlip,herfacequivering.Stonorstoodlookingatherinastonishment,butM.Bexleanedforwardandsaidgently:“Weregrettocauseyoupain,madame,buthaveyouanyreasontobelievethatMadameDaubreuilwasyourhusband’smistress?”
Withasobofanguish,Mrs.Renauldburiedherfaceinherhands.Hershouldersheavedconvulsively.Atlastsheliftedherhead,andsaidbrokenly:
“Shemayhavebeen.”
Never,inallmylife,haveIseenanythingtoequaltheblankamazementonStonor’sface.Hewasthoroughlytakenaback.
