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Five Little Pigs :: Christie Agatha
Страница: 124 из 147Since talking to you I have gone over the little I remember painstakingly, racking my memory for details of this or that person’s expression or reaction. I can remember nothing consistent with guilt. Elsa’s frenzy. Meredith’s grey worried face. Philip’s grief and fury-they all seem natural enough. I suppose, though, someonecould have been playing a part?
I only know this,Caroline did not do it.
I am quite certain on this point, and always shall be, but I have no evidence to offer except my own intimate knowledge of her character.
Book III
Chapter 1. Conclusions
Carla Lemarchant looked up. Her eyes were full of fatigue and pain. She pushed back the hair from her forehead in a tired gesture.
She said:
‘It’s so bewildering all this.’ She touched the pile of manuscripts. ‘Because the angle’s different every time! Everybody sees my mother differently. But the facts are the same. Everyone agrees on the facts.’
‘It has discouraged you, reading them?’
‘Yes. Hasn’t it discouraged you?’
‘No, I have found those documents very valuable-very informative.’
Poirot spoke slowly and reflectively.
Carla said:
‘I wish I’d never read them!’
Poirot looked across at her.
‘Ah-so it makes you feel that way?’
Carla said bitterly:
‘They all think she did it-all of them except Aunt Angela and what she thinks doesn’t count. She hasn’t got any reason for it. She’s just one of those loyal people who’ll stick to a thing through thick and thin. She just goes on saying: ‘Caroline couldn’t have done it.’
‘It strikes you like that?’
‘How else should it strike me? I’ve realized, you know, that if my mother didn’t do it, then one of these five people must have done it. I’ve even had theories as to why.’
‘Ah! That is interesting. Tell me.’
‘Oh, they were only theories. Philip Blake, for instance. He’s a stockbroker, he was my father’s best friend-probably my father trusted him. And artists are usually careless about money matters. Perhaps Philip Blake was in a jam and used my father’s money. He may have got my father to sign something. Then the whole thing may have been on the point of coming out-and only my father’s death could have saved him. That’s one of the things I thought of.’
‘Not badly imagined at all. What else?’
‘Well, there’s Elsa. Philip Blake says here she had her head screwed on too well to meddle with poison, but I don’t think that’s true at all.
I only know this,Caroline did not do it.
I am quite certain on this point, and always shall be, but I have no evidence to offer except my own intimate knowledge of her character.
Book III
Chapter 1. Conclusions
Carla Lemarchant looked up. Her eyes were full of fatigue and pain. She pushed back the hair from her forehead in a tired gesture.
She said:
‘It’s so bewildering all this.’ She touched the pile of manuscripts. ‘Because the angle’s different every time! Everybody sees my mother differently. But the facts are the same. Everyone agrees on the facts.’
‘It has discouraged you, reading them?’
‘Yes. Hasn’t it discouraged you?’
‘No, I have found those documents very valuable-very informative.’
Poirot spoke slowly and reflectively.
Carla said:
‘I wish I’d never read them!’
Poirot looked across at her.
‘Ah-so it makes you feel that way?’
Carla said bitterly:
‘They all think she did it-all of them except Aunt Angela and what she thinks doesn’t count. She hasn’t got any reason for it. She’s just one of those loyal people who’ll stick to a thing through thick and thin. She just goes on saying: ‘Caroline couldn’t have done it.’
‘It strikes you like that?’
‘How else should it strike me? I’ve realized, you know, that if my mother didn’t do it, then one of these five people must have done it. I’ve even had theories as to why.’
‘Ah! That is interesting. Tell me.’
‘Oh, they were only theories. Philip Blake, for instance. He’s a stockbroker, he was my father’s best friend-probably my father trusted him. And artists are usually careless about money matters. Perhaps Philip Blake was in a jam and used my father’s money. He may have got my father to sign something. Then the whole thing may have been on the point of coming out-and only my father’s death could have saved him. That’s one of the things I thought of.’
‘Not badly imagined at all. What else?’
‘Well, there’s Elsa. Philip Blake says here she had her head screwed on too well to meddle with poison, but I don’t think that’s true at all.