Убийство на поле для гольфа
18. Giraud Acts
“Perhaps,”saidPoirot,regardingmequizzically.
ButIrefusedtoallowmyselftogetannoyed.
“Whatarewegoingtodonow?”Iasked,asweenteredthehalloftheVillaGeneviève.
“IwishtomakeasearchamongsttheeffectsofM.JackRenauld.ThatiswhyIhadtogethimoutofthewayforafewhours.”
“ButwillnotGiraudhavesearchedalready?”Iaskeddoubtfully.
“Ofcourse.Hebuildsacase,asabeaverbuildsadam,withafatiguingindustry.ButhewillnothavelookedforthethingsthatIamseeking—inallprobabilityhewouldnothaveseentheirimportanceiftheystaredhimintheface.Letusbegin.”
Neatlyandmethodically,Poirotopenedeachdrawerinturn,examinedthecontents,andreturnedthemexactlytotheirplaces.Itwasasingularlydullanduninterestingproceeding.Poirotwadedonthroughcollars,pajamasandsocks.Apurringnoiseoutsidedrewmetothewindow.InstantlyIbecamegalvanizedintolife.
“Poirot!”Icried.“Acarhasjustdrivenup.Giraudisinit,andJackRenauld,andtwogendarmes.”
“Sacrétonnerre!”growledPoirot.“ThatanimalofaGiraud,couldhenotwait?Ishallnotbeabletoreplacethethingsinthislastdrawerwiththepropermethod.Letusbequick.”
Unceremoniouslyhetumbledoutthethingsonthefloor,mostlytiesandhandkerchiefs.SuddenlywithacryoftriumphPoirotpouncedonsomething,asmallsquarecardboard,evidentlyaphotograph.Thrustingitintohispocket,hereturnedthethingspell-melltothedrawer,andseizingmebythearmdraggedmeoutoftheroomanddownthestairs
