Убийство на поле для гольфа
19. I Use My Grey Cells
Inanycaseheknewthisapparentsecondmurderwouldgreatlycomplicatethecase.Itdid.”
“ButitcouldnotdeceiveM.Giraud,”murmuredPoirot.
“Youmockyourselfatme.ButIwillgiveyouonelastirrefutableproof.MadameRenauld’sstorywasfalse—afabricationfrombeginningtoend.WebelieveMadameRenauldtohavelovedherhusband—yetsheliedtoshieldhismurderer.Forwhomwillawomanlie?Sometimesforherself,usuallyforthemansheloves,alwaysforherchildren.Thatisthelast—theirrefutableproof.Youcannotgetroundit.”
Giraudpaused,flushedandtriumphant.Poirotregardedhimsteadily.
“Thatismycase,”saidGiraud.“Whathaveyoutosaytoit?”
“Onlythatthereisonethingyouhavefailedtotakeintoaccount.”
“Whatisthat?”
“JackRenauldwaspresumablyacquaintedwiththeplanningoutofthegolfcourse.Heknewthatthebodywouldbediscoveredalmostatonce,whentheystartedtodigthebunker.”
Giraudlaughedoutloud.
“Butitisidioticwhatyousaythere!Hewantedthebodytobefound!Untilitwasfound,hecouldnotpresumedeath,andwouldhavebeenunabletoenterintohisinheritance.”
IsawaquickflashofgreeninPoirot’seyesasherosetohisfeet.
“Thenwhyburyit?”heaskedsoftly.“Reflect,Giraud.SinceitwastoJackRenauld’sadvantagethatthebodyshouldbefoundwithoutdelay,whydigagraveatall?”
Girauddidnotreply.Thequestionfoundhimunprepared.Heshruggedhisshouldersasthoughtointimatethatitwasofnoimportance.
Poirotmovedtowardsthedoor.Ifollowedhim.
