Убийство на поле для гольфа

11. Jack Renauld

           

           “YouservedintheEnglishFlyingCorps,didyounot?”

           “Yes,M.lejuge.”

           M.Hautetnoddedhishead,andproceededwithhisinquiriesalongthe,bynow,well-knownlines.Inresponse,JackRenaulddeclareddefinitelythatheknewnothingofanyenmityhisfathermighthaveincurredinthecityofSantiago,orelsewhereintheSouthAmericancontinent,thathehadnoticednochangeinhisfather’smanneroflate,andthathehadneverheardhimrefertoasecret.HehadregardedthemissiontoSouthAmericaasconnectedwithbusinessinterests.

           AsM.Hautetpausedforaminute,thequietvoiceofGiraudbrokein.

           “Ishouldliketoputafewquestionsonmyownaccount,M.lejuge.”

           “Byallmeans,M.Giraud,ifyouwish,”saidthemagistratecoldly.

           Giraudedgedhischairalittlenearertothetable.

           “Wereyouongoodtermswithyourfather,M.Renauld?”

           “CertainlyIwas,”returnedtheladhaughtily.

           “Youassertthatpositively?”

           “Yes.”

           “Nolittledisputes,eh?”

           Jackshruggedhisshoulders.“Everyonemayhaveadifferenceofopinionnowandthen.”

           “Quiteso,quiteso.ButifanyoneweretoassertthatyouhadaviolentquarrelwithyourfatherontheeveofyourdepartureforParis,thatperson,withoutdoubt,wouldbelying?”

           IcouldnotbutadmiretheingenuityofGiraud.Hisboast“Iknoweverything”hadbeennoidleone.JackRenauldwasclearlydisconcertedbythequestion.

           “We—wedidhaveanargument,”headmitted.

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