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Five Little Pigs :: Christie Agatha
Страница: 88 из 147I didn’t understand it until, as I have told you, the night in Paris when I saw that same expression on another woman’s face.’
Poirot said slowly:
‘But what you tell me, Miss Warren, is sufficiently astonishing. From Philip Blake himself I got the impression that he disliked your sister and always had done so.’
Angela said:
‘I know. I can’t explain it but there it is.’
Poirot nodded slowly. Already, in his interview with Philip Blake, he had felt vaguely that something did not ring true. That overdone animosity against Caroline-it had not, somehow, been natural.
And the words and phrases from his conversation with Meredith Blake came back to him. ‘Very upset when Amyas married-did not go near them for over a year…’
Had Philip, then, always been in love with Caroline? And had his love, when she chose Amyas, turned to bitterness and hate?
Yes, Philip had been too vehement-too biased. Poirot visualized him thoughtfully-the cheerful prosperous man with his golf and his comfortable house. What had Philip Blake really felt sixteen years ago.
Angela Warren was speaking.
‘I don’t understand it. You see, I’ve no experience in love affairs-they haven’t come my way. I’ve told you this for what it’s worth in case-in case it might have a bearing on what happened.’
Book II
Narrative of Philip Blake
(Covering letter received with manuscript)
Dear M. Poirot,
I am fulfilling my promise and herewith find enclosed an account of the events relating to the death of Amyas Crale. After such a lapse of time I am bound to point out that my memories may not be strictly accurate, but I have put down what occurred to the best of my recollection.
Yours truly,
Philip Blake
Notes on Progress of Events Leading
up to Murder of Amyas Crale on Sept., 19…
My friendship with deceased dates back to a very early period. His home and mine were next door to each other in the country, and our families were friends. Amyas Crale was a little over two years older than I was. We played together as boys, in the holidays, though we were not at the same school.
From the point of view of my long knowledge of the man I feel myself particularly qualified to testify as to his character and general outlook on life. And I will say this straight away-to any one who knew Amyas Crale well-the notion of his committing suicide is quite ridiculous. Crale wouldnever have taken his own life.
Poirot said slowly:
‘But what you tell me, Miss Warren, is sufficiently astonishing. From Philip Blake himself I got the impression that he disliked your sister and always had done so.’
Angela said:
‘I know. I can’t explain it but there it is.’
Poirot nodded slowly. Already, in his interview with Philip Blake, he had felt vaguely that something did not ring true. That overdone animosity against Caroline-it had not, somehow, been natural.
And the words and phrases from his conversation with Meredith Blake came back to him. ‘Very upset when Amyas married-did not go near them for over a year…’
Had Philip, then, always been in love with Caroline? And had his love, when she chose Amyas, turned to bitterness and hate?
Yes, Philip had been too vehement-too biased. Poirot visualized him thoughtfully-the cheerful prosperous man with his golf and his comfortable house. What had Philip Blake really felt sixteen years ago.
Angela Warren was speaking.
‘I don’t understand it. You see, I’ve no experience in love affairs-they haven’t come my way. I’ve told you this for what it’s worth in case-in case it might have a bearing on what happened.’
Book II
Narrative of Philip Blake
(Covering letter received with manuscript)
Dear M. Poirot,
I am fulfilling my promise and herewith find enclosed an account of the events relating to the death of Amyas Crale. After such a lapse of time I am bound to point out that my memories may not be strictly accurate, but I have put down what occurred to the best of my recollection.
Yours truly,
Philip Blake
Notes on Progress of Events Leading
up to Murder of Amyas Crale on Sept., 19…
My friendship with deceased dates back to a very early period. His home and mine were next door to each other in the country, and our families were friends. Amyas Crale was a little over two years older than I was. We played together as boys, in the holidays, though we were not at the same school.
From the point of view of my long knowledge of the man I feel myself particularly qualified to testify as to his character and general outlook on life. And I will say this straight away-to any one who knew Amyas Crale well-the notion of his committing suicide is quite ridiculous. Crale wouldnever have taken his own life.