Убийство Роджера Экройда
I Learn My Neighbour’s Profession
Iwasastounded.Icouldn’tunderstandit.Iwentthereandaskedforhim.Theytoldme,whatIsupposetheytoldyoulastnight,thathewentoutataboutnineo’clockyesterdayevening–and–andnevercameback."Hereyesmetminedefiantly,andasthoughansweringsomethinginmylook,sheburstout:"Well,whyshouldn’the?Hemighthavegoneanywhere.
HemayevenhavegonebacktoLondon.""Leavinghisluggagebehind?"Iaskedgently.
Florastampedherfoot.
"Idon’tcare.Theremustbeasimpleexplanation.""Andthat’swhyyouwanttogotoHerculePoirot?Isn’titbettertoleavethingsastheyare?Thepolicedon’tsuspectRalphintheleast,remember.They’reworkingonquiteanothertack.""Butthat’sjustit,"criedthegirl.Theydosuspecthim.AmanfromCranchesterturnedupthismorning–InspectorRaglan,ahorrid,weasellylittleman.IfoundhehadbeentotheThreeBoarsthismorningbeforeme.Theytoldmeallabouthishavingbeenthere,andthequestionshehadasked.
HemustthinkRalphdidit.""That’sachangeofmindfromlastnight,ifso,"Isaidslowly."Hedoesn’tbelieveinDavis’stheorythatitwasParkerthen?""Parkerindeed,"saidmysister,andsnorted.
Floracameforwardandlaidherhandonmyarm.
"Oh!DrSheppard,letusgoatoncetothisM.Poirot.Hewillfindoutthetruth.""MydearFlora,"Isaidgently,layingmyhandonhers.
