Убийство в Восточном экспрессе
4. A Cry in the Night
Hubbard’sfirstjourneytotheEast,andwhatshethoughtoftheTurksandtheirslipshodwaysandtheconditionoftheirroads.
Thedoornexttothemopenedandthethin,palemanservantsteppedout.InsidePoirotcaughtaglimpseofMr.Ratchettsittingupinbed.HesawPoirotandhisfacechanged,darkeningwithanger.Thenthedoorwasshut.
Mrs.HubbarddrewPoirotalittleaside.
“Youknow,I’mdeadscaredofthatman.Oh,notthevalet—theother—hismaster.Master,indeed!There’ssomethingwrongaboutthatman.MydaughteralwayssaysI’mveryintuitive.‘WhenMommagetsahunch,she’sdeadright,’that’swhatmydaughtersays.AndI’vegotahunchaboutthatman.He’snextdoortome,andIdon’tlikeit.Iputmygripsagainstthecommunicatingdoorlastnight.IthoughtIheardhimtryingthehandle.Doyouknow,Ishouldn’tbesurprisedifthatmanturnsouttobeamurderer—oneofthesetrainrobbersyoureadabout.IdaresayI’mfoolish,butthereitis.I’mdownrightscaredoftheman!MydaughtersaidI’dhaveaneasyjourney,butsomehowIdon’tfeelhappyaboutit.Itmaybefoolish,butIfeelanythingmighthappen.Anythingatall.AndhowthatniceyoungfellowcanbeartobehissecretaryIcan’tthink.”
ColonelArbuthnotandMacQueenwerecomingtowardsthemdownthecorridor.
“Comeintomycarriage,”MacQueenwassaying.“Itisn’tmadeupforthenightyet.NowwhatIwanttogetrightaboutyourpolicyinIndiaisthis—”
ThemenpassedandwentondownthecorridortoMacQueen’scarriage.
Mrs.HubbardsaidgoodnighttoPoirot
