The A B C Murders / Убийство по алфавиту. Книга для чтения на английском языке

‘Even in my day that happened sometimes,’ said Poirot.

Inspector Crome looked at him and murmured conversationally:

‘Oh, yes?’

There was silence between us for some time. As we passed New Cross Station, Crome said:

‘If there’s anything you want to ask me about the case, pray do so.’

‘You have not, I presume, a description of the dead girl?’

‘She was twenty-three years of age, engaged as a waitress at the Ginger Cat café—’

‘Pas ça[129 - Pas ça (фр.) – Я не об этом]. I wondered—if she were pretty?’

‘As to that I’ve no information,’ said Inspector Crome with a hint of withdrawal. His manner said: ‘Really—these foreigners! All the same!’

A faint look of amusement came into Poirot’s eyes.

‘It does not seem to you important, that? Yet, pour une femme[130 - pour une femme (фр.) – для женщины], it is of the first importance. Often it decides her destiny!’

Another silence fell.

It was not until we were nearing Sevenoaks that Poirot opened the conversation again.

‘Were you informed, by any chance, how and with what the girl was strangled?’

Inspector Crome replied briefly.

‘Strangled with her own belt—a thick, knitted affair, I gather.’

Poirot’s eyes opened very wide.

‘Aha,’ he said. ‘At last we have a piece of information that is very definite. That tells one something, does it not?’

‘I haven’t seen it yet,’ said Inspector Crome coldly.

I felt impatient with the man’s caution and lack of imagination.

‘It gives us the hallmark of the murderer,’ I said. ‘The girl’s own belt. It shows the particular beastliness of his mind!’

Poirot shot me a glance I could not fathom. On the face of it[131 - On the face of it – На первый взгляд] it conveyed humorous impatience. I thought that perhaps it was a warning not to be too outspoken in front of the inspector.

I relapsed into silence.

At Bexhill we were greeted by Superintendent Carter. He had with him a pleasant-faced, intelligent-looking young inspector called Kelsey. The latter was detailed to work in with Crome over the case.

‘You’ll want to make your own inquiries, Crome,’ said the superintendent. ‘So I’ll just give you the main heads of the matter and then you can get busy right away.’

‘Thank you, sir,’ said Crome.

‘We’ve broken the news to her father and mother,’ said the superintendent. ‘Terrible shock to them, of course. I left them to recover a bit before questioning them, so you can start from the beginning there.’

‘There are other members of the family—yes?’ asked Poirot.

‘There’s a sister—a typist in London. She’s been communicated with. And there’s a young man—in fact, the girl was supposed to be out with him last night, I gather.’

‘Any help from the ABC guide?’ asked Crome.

‘It’s there,’ the superintendent nodded towards the table. ‘No fingerprints. Open at the page for Bexhill. A new copy, I should say—doesn’t seem to have been opened much. Not bought anywhere round here. I’ve tried all the likely stationers.’

‘Who discovered the body, sir?’

‘One of these fresh-air, early-morning colonels. Colonel Jerome. He was out with his dog about 6 am. Went along the front in the direction of Cooden, and down on to the beach. Dog went off and sniffed at something. Colonel called it. Dog didn’t come. Colonel had a look and thought something queer was up. Went over and looked. Behaved very properly. Didn’t touch her at all and rang us up immediately.’

‘And the time of death was round about midnight last night?’

‘Between midnight and 1 am—that’s pretty certain. Our homicidal joker is a man of his word. If he says the 25th, it is the 25th—though it may have been only by a few minutes.’

Crome nodded.

‘Yes, that’s his mentality all right. There’s nothing else? Nobody saw anything helpful?’

‘Not as far as we know. But it’s early yet. Everyone who saw a girl in white walking with a man last night will be along to tell us about it soon, and as I imagine there were about four or five hundred girls in white walking with young men last night, it ought to be a nice business.’

‘Well, sir, I’d better get down to it,’ said Crome. ‘There’s the café and there’s the girl’s home. I’d better go to both of them. Kelsey can come with me.’

‘And Mr Poirot?’ asked the superintendent.

‘I will accompany you,’ said Poirot to Crome with a little bow.

Crome, I thought, looked slightly annoyed. Kelsey, who had not seen Poirot before, grinned broadly.

It was an unfortunate circumstance that the first time people saw my friend they were always disposed to consider him as a joke of the first water[132 - first water – чистейшей воды].

‘What about this belt she was strangled with?’ asked Crome. ‘Mr Poirot is inclined to think it’s a valuable clue. I expect he’d like to see it.’

‘Du tout[133 - Du tout – Вовсе нет],’ said Poirot quickly. ‘You misunderstood me.’

‘You’ll get nothing from that,’ said Carter. ‘It wasn’t a leather belt—might have got fingerprints if it had been. Just a thick sort of knitted silk—ideal for the purpose.’

I gave a shiver.

‘Well,’ said Crome, ‘we’d better be getting along.’

We set out forthwith.

Our first visit was to the Ginger Cat. Situated on the sea front, this was the usual type of small tearoom. It had little tables covered with orange-checked cloths and basket-work chairs[134 - basket-worked chairs – плетеные стулья] of exceeding discomfort with orange cushions on them. It was the kind of place that specialized in morning coffee, five different kinds of teas (Devonshire, Farmhouse, Fruit, Carlton and Plain), and a few sparing lunch dishes for females such as scrambled eggs and shrimps and macaroni au gratin[135 - macaroni au gratin – макароны, запеченные под сыром].