Убийство Роджера Экройда
The Goldfish Pond
"Youwantmetostay?"askedBlunt.
Hespokedeliberatelybutquitesimply.
"Weall-""Imeantyoupersonally,"saidBlunt,withdirectness.
Floraturnedslowlybackagainandmethiseyes.
"Iwantyoutostay,"shesaid,"if–ifthatmakesanydifference.""Itmakesallthedifference,"saidBlunt.
Therewasamoment’ssilence.Theysatdownonthestoneseatbythegoldfishpond.Itseemedasthoughneitherofthemknewquitewhattosaynext.
"It–it’ssuchalovelymorning,"saidFloraatlast."Youknow,Ican’thelpfeelinghappy,inspite–inspiteofeverything.That’sawful,Isuppose?""Quitenatural,"saidBlunt."Neversawyouruncleuntiltwoyearsago,didyou?Can’tbeexpectedtogrieveverymuch.Muchbettertohavenohumbugaboutit.""There’ssomethingawfullyconsolingaboutyou,"saidFlora."Youmakethingsseemssosimple.""Thingsaresimpleasarule,"saidthebig-gamehunter.
"Notalways,"saidFlora.
Hervoicehadlowereditself,andIsawBluntturnandlookather,bringinghiseyesbackfrom(apparently)thecoastofAfricatodoso.Heevidentlyputhisownconstructiononherchangeoftone,forhesaid,afteraminuteortwo,inratheranabruptmanner:"Isay,youknow,youmustn’tworry.Aboutthatyoungchap,Imean.Inspector’sanass.Everybodyknowsutterlyabsurdtothinkhecouldhavedoneit.Manfromoutside.Burglarchap.
