Убийство Роджера Экройда
The Goldfish Pond
That’stheonlypossiblesolution."Floraturnedtolookathim.
"Youreallythinkso?""Don’tyou?"saidBluntquickly.
"I–oh,yes,ofcourse."Anothersilence,andthenFloraburstout:"I’m–I’lltellyouwhyIfeltsohappythismorning.
Howeverheartlessyouthinkme,I’drathertellyou.It’sbecausethelawyerhasbeen–Mr.Hammond.Hetoldusaboutthewill.UncleRogerhasleftmetwentythousandpounds.Thinkofit–twentythousandbeautifulpounds."Bluntlookedsurprised.
"Doesitmeansomuchtoyou?""Meanmuchtome?Why,it’severything.Freedom–life–nomoreschemingandscrapingandlying""Lying?"saidBlunt,sharplyinterrupting.
Floraseemedtakenabackforaminute.
"YouknowwhatImean,"shesaiduncertainly."Pretendingtobethankfulforallthenastycast-offthingsrichrelationsgiveyou.Lastyear’scoatandskirtsandhats.""Don’tknowmuchaboutladies"clothes;shouldhavesaidyouwerealwaysverywellturnedout.""Itcostmesomething,though,"saidFlorainalowvoice.
"Don’tlet’stalkofhorridthings.I’msohappy.I’mfree.FreetodowhatIlike.Freenotto"Shestoppedsuddenly.
"Nottowhat?"askedBluntquickly.
"Iforgetnow.Nothingimportant."Blunthadastickinhishand,andhethrustitintothepond,pokingatsomething.
"Whatareyoudoing.
