Агата Кристи - Загадочное происшествие в Стайлзе [with w_cat]

• Название: Загадочное происшествие в Стайлзе [with w_cat]
• Автор: Агата Кристи
• Жанр: Языкознание

Вниманию читателей предлагается книга Кристи Агата "Загадочное происшествие в Стайлзе".

Каждый абзац текста, на английском языке, снабжен ссылкой на литературный перевод.

Книга предназначена для учащихся старший классов школ, лицеев и гимназий, а также для широкого круга лиц, интересующихся английской литературой и совершенствующих свою языковую подготовку.

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В дебютном романе Агаты Кристи «Загадочное происшествие в Стайлзе», вышедшем в 1920 году, читатель впервые встречается с самым знаменитым сыщиком XX столетия — усатым бельгийцем Эркюлем Пуаро, а также с его другом и помощником Гастингсом. Именно в этом романе Пуаро впервые демонстрирует свои дедуктивные способности — раскрывает преступление, опираясь на всем известные факты.

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[77] A young girl in V. A. D.[5] uniform ran lightly across the lawn.

[78] "Why, Cynthia, you are late to-day. This is Mr. Hastings- Miss Murdoch."

[79] Cynthia Murdoch was a fresh-looking young creature, full of life and vigour. She tossed off her little V. A. D. cap, and I admired the great loose waves of her auburn hair, and the smallness and whiteness of the hand she held out to claim her tea. With dark eyes and eyelashes she would have been a beauty.

[80] She flung herself down on the ground beside John, and as I handed her a plate of sandwiches she smiled up at me.

[81] "Sit down here on the grass, do. It's ever so much nicer."

[82] I dropped down obediently.

[83] "You work at Tadminster, don't you, Miss Murdoch?"

[84] She nodded.

"For my sins."

[85] "Do they bully you, then?" I asked, smiling.

[86] "I should like to see them!" cried Cynthia with dignity.

[87] "I have got a cousin who is nursing," I remarked. "And she is terrified of 'Sisters'."

[88] "I don't wonder. Sisters *ARE, you know, Mr. Hastings. They simp-ly *ARE! You've no idea! But I'm not a nurse, thank heaven, I work in the dispensary."

[89] "How many people do you poison?" I asked, smiling.

[90] Cynthia smiled too.

"Oh, hundreds!" she said.

[91] "Cynthia," called Mrs. Inglethorp, "do you think you could write a few notes for me?"

"Certainly, Aunt Emily."

[92] She jumped up promptly, and something in her manner reminded me that her position was a dependent one, and that Mrs. Inglethorp, kind as she might be in the main, did not allow her to forget it.

[93] My hostess turned to me.

[94] "John will show you your room. Supper is at half-past seven. We have given up late dinner for some time now. Lady Tadminster, our Member's wife-she was the late Lord Abbotsbury's daughter-does the same. She agrees with me that one must set an example of economy. We are quite a war household; nothing is wasted here-every scrap of waste paper, even, is saved and sent away in sacks."

[95] I expressed my appreciation, and John took me into the house and up the broad staircase, which forked right and left half-way to different wings of the building. My room was in the left wing, and looked out over the park.

[96] John left me, and a few minutes later I saw him from my window walking slowly across the grass arm in arm with Cynthia Murdoch. I heard Mrs. Inglethorp call "Cynthia" impatiently, and the girl started and ran back to the house. At the same moment, a man stepped out from the shadow of a tree and walked slowly in the same direction. He looked about forty, very dark with a melancholy clean-shaven face. Some violent emotion seemed to be mastering him. He looked up at my window as he passed, and I recognized him, though he had changed much in the fifteen years that had elapsed since we last met. It was John's younger brother, Lawrence Cavendish. I wondered what it was that had brought that singular expression to his face.

[97] Then I dismissed him from my mind, and returned to the contemplation of my own affairs.

[98] The evening passed pleasantly enough; and I dreamed that night of that enigmatical woman, Mary Cavendish.

[99] The next morning dawned bright and sunny, and I was full of the anticipation of a delightful visit.

[100] I did not see Mrs. Cavendish until lunch-time, when she volunteered to take me for a walk, and we spent a charming afternoon roaming in the woods, returning to the house about five.

[101] As we entered the large hall, John beckoned us both into the smoking-room. I saw at once by his face that something disturbing had occurred. We followed him in, and he shut the door after us.

[102] "Look here, Mary, there's the deuce of a mess. Evie's had a row with Alfred Inglethorp, and she's off."

[103] "Evie? Off?"

[104] John nodded gloomily.

[105] "Yes; you see she went to the mater, and-Oh, here's Evie herself."

[106] Miss Howard entered. Her lips were set grimly together, and she carried a small suit-case. She looked excited and determined, and slightly on the defensive.

[107] "At any rate," she burst out, "I've spoken my mind!"

[108] "My dear Evelyn," cried Mrs. Cavendish, "this can't be true!"

[109] Miss Howard nodded grimly.

[110] "True enough! Afraid I said some things to Emily she won't forget or forgive in a hurry. Don't mind if they've only sunk in a bit. Probably water off a duck's back, though. I said right out: 'You're an old woman, Emily, and there's no fool like an old fool. The man's twenty years younger than you, and don't you fool yourself as to what he married you for. Money! Well, don't let him have too much of it. Farmer Raikes has got a very pretty young wife. Just ask your Alfred how much time he spends over there.' She was very angry. Natural! I went on, 'I'm going to warn you, whether you like it or not. That man would as soon murder you in your bed as look at you. He's a bad lot. You can say what you like to me, but remember what I've told you. He's a bad lot!' "

[111] "What did she say?"

[112] Miss Howard made an extremely expressive grimace.

[113] " 'Darling Alfred'-'dearest Alfred'-'wicked calumnies' -'wicked lies'-'wicked woman'-to accuse her 'dear husband'! The sooner I left her house the better. So I'm off."

[114] "But not now?"

[115] "This minute!"

[116] For a moment we sat and stared at her. Finally John Cavendish, finding his persuasions of no avail, went off to look up the trains. His wife followed him, murmuring something about persuading Mrs. Inglethorp to think better of it.

[117] As she left the room, Miss Howard's face changed. She leant towards me eagerly.

[118] "Mr. Hastings, you're honest. I can trust you?"

[119] I was a little startled. She laid her hand on my arm, and sank her voice to a whisper.

[120] "Look after her, Mr. Hastings. My poor Emily. They're a lot of sharks-all of them. Oh, I know what I'm talking about. There isn't one of them that's not hard up and trying to get money out of her. I've protected her as much as I could. Now I'm out of the way, they'll impose upon her."

[121] "Of course, Miss Howard," I said, "I'll do everything I can, but I'm sure you're excited and overwrought."

[122] She interrupted me by slowly shaking her forefinger.

[123] "Young man, trust me. I've lived in the world rather longer than you have. All I ask you is to keep your eyes open. You'll see what I mean."

[124] The throb of the motor came through the open window, and Miss Howard rose and moved to the door. John's voice sounded outside. With her hand on the handle, she turned her head over her shoulder, and beckoned to me.

[125] "Above all, Mr. Hastings, watch that devil-her husband!"

[126] There was no time for more. Miss Howard was swallowed up in an eager chorus of protests and good-byes. The Inglethorps did not appear.

[127] As the motor drove away, Mrs. Cavendish suddenly detached herself from the group, and moved across the drive to the lawn to meet a tall bearded man who had been evidently making for the house. The colour rose in her cheeks as she held out her hand to him.

[128] "Who is that?" I asked sharply, for instinctively I distrusted the man.

[129] "That's Dr. Bauerstein," said John shortly.

[130] "And who is Dr. Bauerstein?"

[131] "He's staying in the village doing a rest cure, after a bad nervous breakdown. He's a London specialist; a very clever man-one of the greatest living experts on poisons, I believe."

[132] "And he's a great friend of Mary's," put in Cynthia, the irrepressible.

[133] John Cavendish frowned and changed the subject.

[134] "Come for a stroll, Hastings. This has been a most rotten business. She always had a rough tongue, but there is no stauncher friend in England than Evelyn Howard."

[135] He took the path through the plantation, and we walked down to the village through the woods which bordered one side of the estate.

[136] As we passed through one of the gates on our way home again, a pretty young woman of gipsy type coming in the opposite direction bowed and smiled.

[137] "That's a pretty girl," I remarked appreciatively.

[138] John's face hardened.

"That is Mrs. Raikes."

[139] "The one that Miss Howard--"

[140] "Exactly," said John, with rather unnecessary abruptness.

[141] I thought of the white-haired old lady in the big house, and that vivid wicked little face that had just smiled into ours, and a vague chill of foreboding crept over me. I brushed it aside.

[142] "Styles is really a glorious old place," I said to John.

[143] He nodded rather gloomily.

[144] "Yes, it's a fine property. It'll be mine some day-should be mine now by rights, if my father had only made a decent will. And then I shouldn't be so damned hard up as I am now."

[145] "Hard up, are you?"

[146] "My dear Hastings, I don't mind telling you that I'm at my wit's end for money."

[147] "Couldn't your brother help you?"

[148] "Lawrence? He's gone through every penny he ever had, publishing rotten verses in fancy bindings. No, we're an impecunious lot. My mother's always been awfully good to us, I must say. That is, up to now. Since her marriage, of course--" he broke off, frowning.

[149] For the first time I felt that, with Evelyn Howard, something indefinable had gone from the atmosphere. Her presence had spelt security. Now that security was removed-and the air seemed rife with suspicion. The sinister face of Dr. Bauerstein recurred to me unpleasantly. A vague suspicion of every one and everything filled my mind. Just for a moment I had a premonition of approaching evil.

[150] Chapter II. The 16th and 17th of July

[151] I had arrived at Styles on the 5th of July. I come now to the events of the 16th and 17th of that month. For the convenience of the reader I will recapitulate the incidents of those days in as exact a manner as possible. They were elicited subsequently at the trial by a process of long and tedious cross-examinations.

[152] I received a letter from Evelyn Howard a couple of days after her departure, telling me she was working as a nurse at the big hospital in Middlingham, a manufacturing town some fifteen miles away, and begging me to let her know if Mrs. Inglethorp should show any wish to be reconciled.

[153] The only fly in the ointment of my peaceful days was Mrs. Cavendish's extraordinary, and, for my part, unaccountable preference for the society of Dr. Bauerstein. What she saw in the man I cannot imagine, but she was always asking him up to the house, and often went off for long expeditions with him. I must confess that I was quite unable to see his attraction.

[154] The 16th of July fell on a Monday. It was a day of turmoil. The famous bazaar had taken place on Saturday, and an entertainment, in connection with the same charity, at which Mrs. Inglethorp was to recite a War poem, was to be held that night. We were all busy during the morning arranging and decorating the Hall in the village where it was to take place. We had a late luncheon and spent the afternoon resting in the garden. I noticed that John's manner was somewhat unusual. He seemed very excited and restless.

[155] After tea, Mrs. Inglethorp went to lie down to rest before her efforts in the evening and I challenged Mary Cavendish to a single at tennis.

[156] About a quarter to seven, Mrs. Inglethorp called us that we should be late as supper was early that night. We had rather a scramble to get ready in time; and before the meal was over the motor was waiting at the door.

[157] The entertainment was a great success, Mrs. Inglethorp's recitation receiving tremendous applause. There were also some tableaux in which Cynthia took part. She did not return with us, having been asked to a supper party, and to remain the night with some friends who had been acting with her in the tableaux.

[158] The following morning, Mrs. Inglethorp stayed in bed to breakfast, as she was rather overtired; but she appeared in her briskest mood about 12.30, and swept Lawrence and myself off to a luncheon party.

[159] "Such a charming invitation from Mrs. Rolleston. Lady Tadminster's sister, you know. The Rollestons came over with the Conqueror[6] - one of our oldest families."

[160] Mary had excused herself on the plea of an engagement with Dr. Bauerstein.

[161] We had a pleasant luncheon, and as we drove away Lawrence suggested that we should return by Tadminster, which was barely a mile out of our way, and pay a visit to Cynthia in her dispensary. Mrs. Inglethorp replied that this was an excellent idea, but as she had several letters to write she would drop us there, and we could come back with Cynthia in the pony-trap.

[162] We were detained under suspicion by the hospital porter, until Cynthia appeared to vouch for us, looking very cool and sweet in her long white overall. She took us up to her sanctum, and introduced us to her fellow dispenser, a rather awe-inspiring individual, whom Cynthia cheerily addressed as "Nibs[7]."

[163] "What a lot of bottles!" I exclaimed, as my eye travelled round the small room. "Do you really know what's in them all?"

[164] "Say something original," groaned Cynthia. "Every single person who comes up here says that. We are really thinking of bestowing a prize on the first individual who does *NOT say: 'What a lot of bottles!' And I know the next thing you're going to say is: 'How many people have you poisoned?' "

[165] I pleaded guilty with a laugh.

[166] "If you people only knew how fatally easy it is to poison some one by mistake, you wouldn't joke about it. Come on, let's have tea. We've got all sorts of secret stories in that cupboard. No, Lawrence-that's the poison cupboard. The big cupboard-that's right."

[167] We had a very cheery tea, and assisted Cynthia to wash up afterwards. We had just put away the last tea-spoon when a knock came at the door. The countenances of Cynthia and Nibs were suddenly petrified into a stern and forbidding expression.

[168] "Come in," said Cynthia, in a sharp professional tone.

[169] A young and rather scared looking nurse appeared with a bottle which she proffered to Nibs, who waved her towards Cynthia with the somewhat enigmatical remark:

[170] "_I_'m not really here to-day."

[171] Cynthia took the bottle and examined it with the severity of a judge.

[172] "This should have been sent up this morning."

[173] "Sister is very sorry. She forgot."

[174] "Sister should read the rules outside the door."

[175] I gathered from the little nurse's expression that there was not the least likelihood of her having the hardihood to retail this message to the dreaded "Sister".

[176] "So now it can't be done until to-morrow," finished Cynthia.

[177] "Don't you think you could possibly let us have it to-night?"

[178] "Well," said Cynthia graciously, "we are very busy, but if we have time it shall be done."

[179] The little nurse withdrew, and Cynthia promptly took a jar from the shelf, refilled the bottle, and placed it on the table outside the door.

[180] I laughed.

"Discipline must be maintained?"

[181] "Exactly. Come out on our little balcony. You can see all the outside wards there."

[182] I followed Cynthia and her friend and they pointed out the different wards to me. Lawrence remained behind, but after a few moments Cynthia called to him over her shoulder to come and join us. Then she looked at her watch.