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Five Little Pigs :: Christie Agatha
Страница: 108 из 147I said:
‘So long, then.’
He moved his eyes from the picture until they rested on me. There was a queer-how shall I describe it-it looked like malevolence. A kind of malevolent glare.
Naturally I didn’t understand it then-if his picture wasn’t going as he liked he often looked quite murderous. I thoughtthat was what it was. He made a sort of grunting sound.
Neither Elsa nor I saw anything unusual in him-just artistic temperament.
So we left him there and she and I went up to the house laughing and talking. If she’d known, poor child, that she’d never see him alive again…Oh, well, thank God she didn’t. She was able to be happy a little longer.
Caroline was quite normal at lunch-a little preoccupied; nothing more. And doesn’t that show that she had nothing to do with it? Shecouldn’t have been such an actress.
She and the governess went down afterwards and found him. I met Miss Williams as she came up. She told me to telephone a doctor and went back to Caroline.
That poor child-Elsa, I mean! She had that frantic unrestrained grief that a child has. They can’t believe that life can do these things to them. Caroline was quite calm. Yes, she was quite calm. She was able, of course, to control herself better than Elsa. She didn’t seem remorseful-then. Just said he must have done it himself. And we couldn’t believe that. Elsa burst out and accused her to her face.
Of course she may have realized, already, that she herself would be suspected. Yes, that probably explains her manner.
Philip was quite convinced that shehad done it.
The governess was a great help and standby. She made Elsa lie down and gave her a sedative, and she kept Angela out of the way when the police came. Yes, she was a tower of strength, that woman.
The whole thing became a nightmare. The police searching the house and asking questions, and then the reporters, swarming about the place like flies and clicking cameras and wanting interviews with members of the family.
A nightmare, the whole thing…
It’s a nightmare, after all these years. Please God, once you’ve convinced little Carla what really happened, we can forget it all and never remember it again.
Amyasmust have committed suicide-however unlikely it seems.
Narrative of Lady Dittisham
I have set down here the full story of my meeting with Amyas Crale, up to the time of his tragic death.
I saw him first at a studio party.
‘So long, then.’
He moved his eyes from the picture until they rested on me. There was a queer-how shall I describe it-it looked like malevolence. A kind of malevolent glare.
Naturally I didn’t understand it then-if his picture wasn’t going as he liked he often looked quite murderous. I thoughtthat was what it was. He made a sort of grunting sound.
Neither Elsa nor I saw anything unusual in him-just artistic temperament.
So we left him there and she and I went up to the house laughing and talking. If she’d known, poor child, that she’d never see him alive again…Oh, well, thank God she didn’t. She was able to be happy a little longer.
Caroline was quite normal at lunch-a little preoccupied; nothing more. And doesn’t that show that she had nothing to do with it? Shecouldn’t have been such an actress.
She and the governess went down afterwards and found him. I met Miss Williams as she came up. She told me to telephone a doctor and went back to Caroline.
That poor child-Elsa, I mean! She had that frantic unrestrained grief that a child has. They can’t believe that life can do these things to them. Caroline was quite calm. Yes, she was quite calm. She was able, of course, to control herself better than Elsa. She didn’t seem remorseful-then. Just said he must have done it himself. And we couldn’t believe that. Elsa burst out and accused her to her face.
Of course she may have realized, already, that she herself would be suspected. Yes, that probably explains her manner.
Philip was quite convinced that shehad done it.
The governess was a great help and standby. She made Elsa lie down and gave her a sedative, and she kept Angela out of the way when the police came. Yes, she was a tower of strength, that woman.
The whole thing became a nightmare. The police searching the house and asking questions, and then the reporters, swarming about the place like flies and clicking cameras and wanting interviews with members of the family.
A nightmare, the whole thing…
It’s a nightmare, after all these years. Please God, once you’ve convinced little Carla what really happened, we can forget it all and never remember it again.
Amyasmust have committed suicide-however unlikely it seems.
Narrative of Lady Dittisham
I have set down here the full story of my meeting with Amyas Crale, up to the time of his tragic death.
I saw him first at a studio party.