Убийство в Восточном экспрессе
3. Certain Suggestive Points
Itisalltooconfusing…Everyoneislying,perhaps…Buteventhenthatdoesnothelpone.Iftheyarealllyingitisjustasconfusingasiftheywerespeakingthetruth.Oddaboutthosewounds.Icannotunderstandit…Itwouldbeeasiertounderstandifhehadbeenshot—afterall,thetermgunmanmustmeanthattheyshootwithagun.Acuriouscountry,America.Ishouldliketogothere.Itissoprogressive.WhenIgethomeImustgetholdofDemetriusZagone—hehasbeentoAmerica,hehasallthemodernideas…IwonderwhatZiaisdoingatthismoment.Ifmywifeeverfindsout—”
Histhoughtswentontoentirelyprivatematters.
HerculePoirotsatverystill.
Onemighthavethoughthewasasleep.
Andthen,suddenly,afteraquarterofanhour’scompleteimmobility,hiseyebrowsbegantomoveslowlyuphisforehead.Alittlesighescapedhim.Hemurmuredbeneathhisbreath:
“But,afterall,whynot?Andifso—why,ifso,thatwouldexplaineverything.”
Hiseyesopened.Theyweregreenlikeacat’s.Hesaidsoftly:
“Ehbien.Ihavethought.Andyou?”
Lostintheirreflections,bothmenstartedviolently.
“Ihavethoughtalso,”saidM.Boucjustashadeguilty.“ButIhavearrivedatnoconclusion.Theelucidationofcrimeisyourmétier,notmine,myfriend.”
“I,too,havereflectedwithgreatearnestness,”saidthedoctorunblushingly,recallinghisthoughtsfromcertainpornographicdetails.“Ihavethoughtofmanypossibletheories,butnotonethatreallysatisfiesme.”
Poirotnoddedamiably.Hisnodseemedtosay:
“Quiteright.Thatistheproperthingtosay.
