Убийство на поле для гольфа
13. The Girl with the Anxious Eyes
Theywereasplendidlookingcouple,thedark,well-knitboy,andthefairyounggoddess.Theyseemedmadeforeachotherastheystoodthere,happyinspiteoftheterribletragedythatovershadowedtheiryounglives.
Butthegirl’sfacewastroubled,andJackRenauldseemedtorecognizeit,asheheldherclosertohimandasked:
“Butwhatareyouafraidof,darling?Whatistheretofear—now?”
AndthenIsawthelookinhereyes,thelookPoirothadspokenof,asshemurmured,sothatIalmostguessedatthewords.
“Iamafraid—foryou. …”
IdidnothearyoungRenauld’sanswer,formyattentionwasdistractedbyanunusualappearancealittlefurtherdownthehedge.Thereappearedtobeabrownbushthere,whichseemedodd,tosaytheleastofit,soearlyinthesummer.Isteppedalongtoinvestigate,but,atmyadvance,thebrownbushwithdrewitselfprecipitately,andfacedmewithafingertoitslips.ItwasGiraud.
Enjoiningcaution,heledthewayroundthesheduntilwewereoutofear-shot.
“Whatwereyoudoingthere?”Iasked.
“Exactlywhatyouweredoing—listening.”
“ButIwasnotthereonpurpose!”
“Ah!”saidGiraud.“Iwas.”
Asalways,Iadmiredthemanwhilstdislikinghim.Helookedmeupanddownwithasortofcontemptuousdisfavour.
“Youdidn’thelpmattersbybuttingin.Imighthaveheardsomethingusefulinaminute.Whathaveyoudonewithyouroldfossil?”
“M.PoirothasgonetoParis,”Irepliedcoldly.
“AndIcantellyou,M.Giraud,thatheisanythingbutanoldfossil.
