Убийство на поле для гольфа
15. A Photograph
“Oldclothesofthegardener’s?”hequeried.
“Exactly,”saidGiraud.
Poirotkneltdownbythebody.Hisfingerswererapidbutmethodical.Heexaminedthetextureoftheclothes,andsatisfiedhimselfthattherewerenomarksonthem.Thebootshesubjectedtospecialcare,alsothedirtyandbrokenfinger-nails.WhilstexaminingthelatterhethrewaquickquestionatGiraud.
“Yousawthese?”
“Yes,Isawthem,”repliedtheother.Hisfaceremainedinscrutable.
SuddenlyPoirotstiffened.
“Dr.Durand!”
“Yes?”Thedoctorcameforward.
“Thereisfoamonthelips.Youobservedit?”
“Ididn’tnoticeit,Imustadmit.”
“Butyouobserveitnow?”
“Oh,certainly.”
PoirotagainshotaquestionatGiraud.
“Younoticeditwithoutdoubt?”
Theotherdidnotreply.Poirotproceeded.Thedaggerhadbeenwithdrawnfromthewound.Itreposedinaglassjarbythesideofthebody.Poirotexaminedit,thenhestudiedthewoundclosely.Whenhelookedup,hiseyeswereexcited,andshonewiththegreenlightIknewsowell.
“Itisastrangewound,this!Ithasnotbled.Thereisnostainontheclothes.Thebladeofthedaggerisslightlydiscoloured,thatisall.Whatdoyouthink,M.ledocteur?”
“Icanonlysaythatitismostabnormal.”
“Itisnotabnormalatall.Itismostsimple.Themanwasstabbedafterhewasdead.”And,stillingtheclamourofvoicesthatarosewithawaveofhishand,PoirotturnedtoGiraudandadded,“M.Giraudagreeswithme,doyounot,monsieur?”
WhateverGiraud’srealbelief,heacceptedthepositionwithoutmovingamuscle.
