Убийство на поле для гольфа
1. A Fellow Traveller
ThinkIwanttolooklikealittlefrumpupfromthecountry?”Shetookonelastlookinthemirror,smiledapproval,andputitandhervanity-boxawayinherbag.“That’sbetter.Keepingupappearancesisabitofafag,Igrant,butifagirlrespectsherselfit’suptohernottoletherselfgetslack.”
Tothisessentiallymoralsentiment,Ihadnoreply.Apointofviewmakesagreatdifference.
Isecuredacoupleofporters,andwealightedontheplatform.Mycompanionheldoutherhand.
“Good-bye,andI’llmindmylanguagebetterinfuture.”
“Oh,butsurelyyou’llletmelookafteryouontheboat?”
“Mayn’tbeontheboat.I’vegottoseewhetherthatsisterofminegotaboardafterallanywhere.Butthanksallthesame.”
“Oh,butwe’regoingtomeetagain,surely?I—”Ihesitated.“Iwanttomeetyoursister.”
Webothlaughed.
“That’srealniceofyou.I’lltellherwhatyousay.ButIdon’tfancywe’llmeetagain.You’vebeenverygoodtomeonthejourney,especiallyafterIcheekedyouasIdid.Butwhatyourfaceexpressedfirstthingisquitetrue.I’mnotyourkind.Andthatbringstrouble—Iknowthatwellenough. …”
Herfacechanged.Forthemomentallthelight-heartedgaietydiedoutofit.Itlookedangry—revengeful. …
“Sogood-bye,”shefinished,inalightertone.
“Aren’tyouevengoingtotellmeyourname?”Icried,assheturnedaway.
Shelookedoverhershoulder.Adimpleappearedineachcheek.ShewaslikealovelypicturebyGreuze.
“Cinderella,”shesaid,andlaughed
