Вбивство на поле для гольфу
13. The Girl with the Anxious Eyes
HehassolvedmanycasesthathavecompletelybaffledtheEnglishpolice.”
“Bah!TheEnglishpolice!”Giraudsnappedhisfingersdisdainfully.“Theymustbeonalevelwithourexaminingmagistrates.SohehasgonetoParis,hashe?Well,agoodthing.Thelongerhestaysthere,thebetter.Butwhatdoeshethinkhewillfindthere?”
IthoughtIreadinthequestionatingeofuneasiness.Idrewmyselfup.
“ThatIamnotatlibertytosay,”Isaidquietly.
Giraudsubjectedmetoapiercingstare.
“Hehasprobablyenoughsensenottotellyou,”heremarkedrudely.“Goodafternoon.I’mbusy.”
Andwiththat,heturnedonhisheel,andleftmewithoutceremony.MattersseemedatastandstillattheVillaGeneviève.Giraudevidentlydidnotdesiremycompanyand,fromwhatIhadseen,itseemedfairlycertainthatJackRenaulddidnoteither.
Iwentbacktothetown,hadanenjoyablebathandreturnedtothehotel.Iturnedinearly,wonderingwhetherthefollowingdaywouldbringforthanythingofinterest.
Iwaswhollyunpreparedforwhatitdidbringforth.Iwaseatingmypetitdéjeunerinthedining-room,whenthewaiter,whohadbeentalkingtosomeoneoutside,camebackinobviousexcitement.Hehesitatedforaminute,fidgetingwithhisnapkin,andthenburstout.
“Monsieurwillpardonme,butheisconnected,ishenot,withtheaffairattheVillaGeneviève?’
“Yes,”Isaideagerly
