Убийство на поле для гольфа
8. An Unexpected Meeting
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“You’vebeenaperfectduck,andIshan’tforgetit.Comealong.Theycan’tseeusfromthehouse,canthey?”
“Waitaminute.”Iarrestedhereageradvance.“Iwon’tstopyouifyoureallywishtogoin.Butdoyou?You’veseenthegrave,andthegrounds,andyou’veheardallthedetailsoftheaffair.Isn’tthatenoughforyou?Thisisgoingtobegruesome,youknow,and—unpleasant.”
ShelookedatmeforamomentwithanexpressionthatIcouldnotquitefathom.Thenshelaughed.
“Meforthehorrors,”shesaid.“Comealong.”
Insilencewearrivedatthedooroftheshed.Iopeneditandwepassedin.Iwalkedovertothebody,andgentlypulleddownthesheetasM.Bexhaddonetheprecedingafternoon.Alittlegaspingsoundescapedfromthegirl’slips,andIturnedandlookedather.Therewashorroronherfacenow,andthosedebonairhighspiritsofherswerequenchedutterly.Shehadnotchosentolistentomyadvice,andshewaspunishednowforherdisregardofit.Ifeltsingularlymercilesstowardsher.Sheshouldgothroughwithitnow.Iturnedthecorpsegentlyover.
“Yousee,”Isaid,“hewasstabbedintheback.”
Hervoicewasalmostsoundless.
“Withwhat?”
Inoddedtowardstheglassjar.
“Thatdagger.”
Suddenlythegirlreeled,andthensankdowninaheap.Isprangtoherassistance.
“Youarefaint.Comeoutofhere.Ithasbeentoomuchforyou.”
“Water,”shemurmured.“Quick.Water. …”
Ilefther,andrushedintothehouse.
