Убийство Роджера Экройда
Round the Table
"Youmeanablindalley?"Isaid.
"Thatisit–theblindstreetthatleadsnowhere.Soitmaybewiththosefingerprints–theymayleadyounowhere.""Idon’tseehowthatcanwellbe,"saidthepoliceofficer."Isupposeyou’rehintingthatthey’refaked?I’vereadofsuchthingsbeingdone,thoughIcan’tsayI’veevercomeacrossitinmyexperience.Butfakeortrue–they’reboundtoleadsomewhere."Poirotmerelyshruggedhisshoulders,flingingouthisarmswide.
Theinspectorthenshowedusvariousenlargedphotographsofthefingerprints,andproceededtobecometechnicalonthesubjectofloopsandwhorls.
"Comenow,"hesaidatlast,annoyedbyPoirot’sdetachedmanner,"you’vegottoadmitthatthoseprintsweremadebysomeonewhowasinthehousethatnight?""Bienentendu,"saidPoirot,noddinghishead.
"Well,I’vetakentheprintsofeverymemberofthehousehold,everyone,mindyou,fromtheoldladydowntothekitchenmaid."Idon’tthinkMrs.Ackroydwouldenjoybeingreferredtoastheoldlady.Shemustspendaconsiderableamountoncosmetics.
"Everyone’s,"repeatedtheinspectorfussily.
"Includingmine,"Isaiddrily.
"Verywell.Noneofthemcorrespond.Thatleavesustwoalternatives.RalphPaton,orthemysteriousstrangerthedoctorheretellsusabout.Whenwegetholdofthosetwo""Muchvaluabletimemayhavebeenlost,"brokeinPoirot.