Убийство Роджера Экройда
Round the Table
"Andyethe’swellknowndownhere,andyou’dthinksomebodywouldhavenoticedhim.There’snonewsfromLiverpooleither.""YouthinkhewenttoLiverpool?"queriedPoirot."Well,it’sonthecards.Thattelephonemessagefromthestation,justthreeminutesbeforetheLiverpoolexpressleftthereoughttobesomethinginthat.""Unlessitwasdeliberatelyintendedtothrowyouoffthescent.Thatmightjustpossiblybethepointofthetelephonemessage.""That’sanidea,"saidtheinspectoreagerly."Doyoureallythinkthat’stheexplanationofthetelephonecall?""Myfriend,"saidPoirotgravely,"Idonotknow.ButIwilltellyouthis:Ibelievethatwhenwefindtheexplanationofthattelephonecallweshallfindtheexplanationofthemurder.""Yousaidsomethinglikethatbefore,Iremember,"Iobserved,lookingathimcuriously.
Poirotnodded.
"Ialwayscomebacktoit,"hesaidseriously.
"Itseemstomeutterlyirrelevant,"Ideclared.
"Iwouldn’tsaythat,"demurredtheinspector."ButImustconfessIthinkMr.Poirothereharpsonitalittletoomuch.
We’vebettercluesthanthat.Thefingerprintsonthedagger,forinstance."Poirotbecamesuddenlyveryforeigninmanner,asheoftendidwhenexcitedoveranything.
"M.rinspecteur,"hesaid,"bewareoftheblind–theblindcommentdire?–thelittlestreetthathasnoendtoit."InspectorRaglanstared,butIwasquicker.