Убийство Роджера Экройда
Flora Ackroyd
Hesuggeststhatyouweren’tinthestudyatalllastFridaynight,thatyouneversawMr.Ackroydtosaygoodnighttohim,thatinsteadofbeinginthestudyyouwereonthestairsleadingdownfromyouruncle’sbedroomwhenyouheardParkercomingacrossthehall."Flora’sgazeshiftedtoPoirot.Henoddedbackather.
"Mademoiselle,theotherday,whenwesatroundthetable,Iimploredyoutobefrankwithme.WhatonedoesnottelltoPapaPoirothefindsout.Itwasthat,wasitnot?See,Iwillmakeiteasyforyou.Youtookthemoney,didyounot?""Themoney?"saidBluntsharply.
Therewasasilencewhichlastedforatleastaminute.
ThenFloradrewherselfupandspoke.
"M.Poirotisright.Itookthatmoney.Istole.Iamathiefyes,acommon,vulgarlittlethief.Nowyouknow!Iamgladithascomeout.It’sbeenanightmare,theselastfewdays!"Shesatdownsuddenlyandburiedherfaceinherhands.Shespokehuskilythroughherfingers."Youdon’tknowwhatmylifehasbeensinceIcamehere.Wantingthings,schemingforthem,lying,cheating,runningupbills,promisingtopayoh!
IhatemyselfwhenIthinkofitall!That’swhatbroughtustogether,RalphandI.Wewerebothweak!Iunderstoodhim,andIwassorry–becauseI’mthesameunderneath.
We’renotstrongenoughtostandalone,eitherofus.We’reweak,miserable,despicablethings."ShelookedatBluntandsuddenlystampedherfoot.
