Убийство на поле для гольфа
27. Jack Renauld’s Story
Poirotfelthisheadandhands.
“Hehasfever.Thelongstrainbeginstotell.Andnowthisshockontopofit.Gethimtobed,andHastingsandIwillsummonadoctor.”
Adoctorwassoonprocured.Afterexaminingthepatient,hegaveitashisopinionthatitwassimplyacaseofnervestrain.Withperfectrestandquiet,theladmightbealmostrestoredbythenextday,but,ifexcited,therewasachanceofbrainfever.Itwouldbeadvisableforsomeonetositupallnightwithhim.
Finally,havingdoneallwecould,welefthiminthechargeofMartheandhermother,andsetoutforthetown.Itwaspastourusualhourofdining,andwewerebothfamished.Thefirstrestaurantwecametoassuagedthepangsofhungerwithanexcellentomelette,andanequallyexcellententrecôtetofollow.
“Andnowforquartersforthenight,”saidPoirot,whenatlengthcafénoirhadcompletedthemeal.“Shallwetryouroldfriend,theHôteldesBains?”
Wetracedourstepstherewithoutmoreado.Yes,Messieurscouldbeaccommodatedwithtwogoodroomsoverlookingthesea.ThenPoirotaskedaquestionwhichsurprisedme.
“HasanEnglishlady,MissRobinson,arrived?”
“Yes,monsieur.Sheisinthelittlesalon.”
“Ah!”
“Poirot,”Icried,keepingpacewithhimashewalkedalongthecorridor,“whoonearthisMissRobinson?”
Poirotbeamedkindlyonme.
“ItisthatIhavearrangedyouamarriage,Hastings.”
“But,Isay—”
“Bah!”saidPoirot,givingmeafriendlypushoverthethresholdofthedoor.
