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Five Little Pigs :: Christie Agatha
Страница: 137 из 147Mrs Crale, a desperate woman, broken-hearted, who has threatened her husband a short while before and who is certainlycontemplating either suicide or murder, now offers in the most amicable manner to bring her husband down some iced beer.’
Meredith Blake said slowly: ‘That isn’t odd if she was contemplating murder. Then, surely, it is just what shewould do. Dissimulate!’
‘You think so? She has decided to poison her husband, she has already got the poison. Her husband keeps a supply of beer down in the Battery garden. Surely if she has any intelligence at all, she will put the poison in one ofthose bottles at a moment when there is no one about.’
Meredith Blake objected.
‘She couldn’t have done that. Somebody else might have drunk it.’
‘Yes, Elsa Greer. Do you tell me that having made up her mind to murder her husband, Caroline Crale would have scruples against killing the girl too?
‘But let us not argue the point. Let us confine ourselves to facts. Caroline Crale says she will send her husband down some iced beer. She goes up to the house, fetches a bottle from the conservatory where it was kept and takes it down to him. She pours it out and gives it to him.
‘Amyas Crale drinks it off and says: “Everything tastes foul today.’
‘Mrs Crale goes up again to the house. She has lunch and appears much as usual. It has been said of her that she looks a little worried and preoccupied. That does not help us-for there is no criterion of behaviour for a murderer. There are calm murderers and excited murderers.
‘After lunch she goes down again to the Battery. She discovers her husband dead and does, shall we say, the obviously expected things. She registers emotion and she sends the governess to telephone for a doctor. We now come to a fact which has previously not been known.’ He looked at Miss Williams. ‘You do not object?’
Miss Williams was rather pale. She said: ‘I did not pledge you to secrecy.’
Quietly, but with telling effect, Poirot recounted what the governess had seen.
Elsa Dittisham moved her position. She stared at the drab little woman in the big chair. She said incredibly:
‘You actually saw her dothat?’
Philip Blake sprang up.
‘But that settles it!’ he shouted. ‘That settles it once and for all.’
Hercule Poirot looked at him mildly. He said: ‘Not necessarily.’
Angela Warren said sharply: ‘I don’t believe it.’ There was a quick hostile glint in the glance she shot at the little governess.
Meredith Blake was pulling at his moustache, his face dismayed. Alone, Miss Williams remained undisturbed.
Meredith Blake said slowly: ‘That isn’t odd if she was contemplating murder. Then, surely, it is just what shewould do. Dissimulate!’
‘You think so? She has decided to poison her husband, she has already got the poison. Her husband keeps a supply of beer down in the Battery garden. Surely if she has any intelligence at all, she will put the poison in one ofthose bottles at a moment when there is no one about.’
Meredith Blake objected.
‘She couldn’t have done that. Somebody else might have drunk it.’
‘Yes, Elsa Greer. Do you tell me that having made up her mind to murder her husband, Caroline Crale would have scruples against killing the girl too?
‘But let us not argue the point. Let us confine ourselves to facts. Caroline Crale says she will send her husband down some iced beer. She goes up to the house, fetches a bottle from the conservatory where it was kept and takes it down to him. She pours it out and gives it to him.
‘Amyas Crale drinks it off and says: “Everything tastes foul today.’
‘Mrs Crale goes up again to the house. She has lunch and appears much as usual. It has been said of her that she looks a little worried and preoccupied. That does not help us-for there is no criterion of behaviour for a murderer. There are calm murderers and excited murderers.
‘After lunch she goes down again to the Battery. She discovers her husband dead and does, shall we say, the obviously expected things. She registers emotion and she sends the governess to telephone for a doctor. We now come to a fact which has previously not been known.’ He looked at Miss Williams. ‘You do not object?’
Miss Williams was rather pale. She said: ‘I did not pledge you to secrecy.’
Quietly, but with telling effect, Poirot recounted what the governess had seen.
Elsa Dittisham moved her position. She stared at the drab little woman in the big chair. She said incredibly:
‘You actually saw her dothat?’
Philip Blake sprang up.
‘But that settles it!’ he shouted. ‘That settles it once and for all.’
Hercule Poirot looked at him mildly. He said: ‘Not necessarily.’
Angela Warren said sharply: ‘I don’t believe it.’ There was a quick hostile glint in the glance she shot at the little governess.
Meredith Blake was pulling at his moustache, his face dismayed. Alone, Miss Williams remained undisturbed.