Убийство на поле для гольфа
11. Jack Renauld
Shepointedouttomethatwehadonlytobesteadfast,andanyoppositionwasboundtogivewayatlast.Ouraffectionforeachothermustbetriedandproved,andwhenmyparentsrealizedthatitwasnolightinfatuationonmyparttheywoulddoubtlessrelenttowardsus.Ofcourse,toher,Ihadnotdweltonmyfather’sprincipalobjectiontothematch.IsoonsawthatIshoulddomycausenogoodbyviolence.MyfatherwrotemeseveralletterstoParis,affectionateintone,andwhichdidnotrefertoourdisagreementoritscause,andIrepliedinthesamestrain.”
“Youcanproducethoseletters,eh?”saidGiraud.
“Ididnotkeepthem.”
“Nomatter,”saidthedetective.
Renauldlookedathimforamoment,butthemagistratewascontinuinghisquestions.
“Topasstoanothermatter,areyouacquaintedwiththenameofDuveen,M.Renauld?”
“Duveen?”saidJack.“Duveen?”Heleantforward,andslowlypickedupthepaper-knifehehadsweptfromthetable.Asheliftedhishead,hiseyesmetthewatchingonesofGiraud.“Duveen?No,Ican’tsayIam.”
“Willyoureadthisletter,M.Renauld?Andtellmeifyouhaveanyideaastowhothepersonwaswhoaddressedittoyourfather?”
JackRenauldtooktheletter,andreaditthrough,thecolourmountinginhisfaceashedidso.
“Addressedtomyfather?”Theemotionandindignationinhistoneswereevident.
“Yes.Wefounditinthepocketofhiscoat.”
“Does—”Hehesitated,throwingthemerestfractionofaglancetowardshismother.Themagistrateunderstood.
“Asyet—no.
