Убийство Роджера Экройда
Geoffrey Raymond
"Icanexistcomfortablywithoutknowingexactlywhatmyneighboursaredoingandthinking.""Stuffandnonsense,James,"saidmysister."YouwanttoknowjustasmuchasIdo.You’renotsohonest,that’sall.
Youalwayshavetopretend.""Really,Caroline,"Isaid,andretiredintomysurgery.
TenminuteslaterCarolinetappedatthedoorandentered.
Inherhandsheheldwhatseemedtobeapotofjam.
"Iwonder,James,"shesaid,"ifyouwouldmindtakingthispotofmedlarjellyacrosstoM.Poirot?Ipromisedittohim.
Hehasnevertastedanyhome-mademedlarjelly.""Whycan’tAnniego?"Iaskedcoldly.
"She’sdoingsomemending.Ican’tspareher."CarolineandIlookedateachother.
"Verywell,"Isaid,rising."ButifItakethebeastlything,Ishalljustleaveitatthedoor.Youunderstandthat?"Mysisterraisedhereyebrows.
"Naturally,"shesaid."Whosuggestedyoushoulddoanythingelse?"ThehonourswerewithCaroline.
"IfyoudohappentoseeM.Poirot,"shesaid,asIopenedthefrontdoor,"youmighttellhimabouttheboots."Itwasamostsubtlepartingshot.Iwanteddreadfullytounderstandtheenigmaoftheboots.WhentheoldladywiththeBretoncapopenedthedoortome,IfoundmyselfaskingifM.Poirotwasin,quiteautomatically.
Poirotspranguptomeetme,witheveryappearanceofpleasure.