Убийство на поле для гольфа
22. I Find Love
”
Shebentherheaddown,asthoughashamed,andmutteredinabrokenvoice:
“Youcan’t—youcan’t—notifyouknew—”Andthen,asthoughrallyingherself,shefacedmesquarely,andasked:
“Whatdoyouknow,then?”
“IknowthatyoucametoseeMr.Renauldthatnight.Heofferedyouachequeandyoutoreitupindignantly.Thenyouleftthehouse—”Ipaused.
“Goon—whatnext?”
“Idon’tknowwhetheryouknewthatJackRenauldwouldbecomingthatnight,orwhetheryoujustwaitedaboutonthechanceofseeinghim,butyoudidwaitabout.Perhapsyouwerejustmiserable,andwalkedaimlessly—butatanyratejustbeforetwelveyouwerestillnearthere,andyousawamanonthegolflinks—”
AgainIpaused.Ihadleapttothetruthinaflashassheenteredtheroom,butnowthepicturerosebeforemeevenmoreconvincingly.IsawvividlythepeculiarpatternoftheovercoatonthedeadbodyofMr.Renauld,andIrememberedtheamazinglikenessthathadstartledmeintobelievingforoneinstantthatthedeadmanhadrisenfromthedeadwhenhissonburstintoourconclaveinthesalon.
“Goon,”repeatedthegirlsteadily.
“Ifancyhisbackwastoyou—butyourecognizedhim,orthoughtyourecognizedhim.Thegaitandthecarriagewerefamiliartoyou,andthepatternofhisovercoat.”Ipaused.“YoutoldmeinthetrainonthewayfromParisthatyouhadItalianbloodinyourveins,andthatyouhadnearlygotintotroubleoncewithit.YouusedathreatinoneofyourletterstoJackRenauld.
