Убийство Роджера Экройда

           Hishairwasdark,buthiseyeswereblueandshifty,seldommeetingaglancesquarely.IhadallalongcherishedtheillusionthattherewassomethingfamiliaraboutthefigureIhadmetthatnight,butifthiswereindeedhe,Iwascompletelymistaken.HedidnotremindmeintheleastofanyoneIknew.

           "Nowthen,Kent,"saidthesuperintendent."Standup.

           Herearesomevisitorscometoseeyou.Recognizeanyofthem?"Kentglaredatussullenly,butdidnotreply.Isawhisglancewaveroverthethreeofus,andcomebacktorestonme.

           "Well,sir,"saidthesuperintendenttome,"whatdoyousay?""Theheight’sthesame,"Isaid,"andasfarasgeneralappearancegoesitmightwellbethemaninquestion.

           Beyondthat,Icouldn’tgo.""Whatthehell’sthemeaningofallthis?"askedKent.

           "Whathaveyougotagainstme?Comeon,outwithit!WhatamIsupposedtohavedone?"Inoddedmyhead.

           "It’stheman,"Isaid."Irecognizethevoice.""Recognizemyvoice,doyou?Wheredoyouthinkyouhearditbefore?""OnFridayeveninglast,outsidethegatesofFernlyPark.

           Youaskedmethewaythere.""Idid,didI?""Doyouadmitit?"askedtheinspector.

           "Idon’tadmitanything.NottillIknowwhatyou’vegotonme.""Haveyounotreadthepapersinthelastfewdays?"askedPoirot,speakingforthefirsttime.

           Theman’seyesnarrowed.