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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[622] "Then all are accounted for. One moment, my friend."

[623] With infinite care, he took a drop or two from the grounds in each cup, sealing them up in separate test tubes, tasting each in turn as he did so. His physiognomy underwent a curious change. An expression gathered there that I can only describe as half puzzled, and half relieved.

[624] "Bien!" he said at last. "It is evident! I had an idea-but clearly I was mistaken. Yes, altogether I was mistaken. Yet it is strange. But no matter!"

[625] And, with a characteristic shrug, he dismissed whatever it was that was worrying him from his mind. I could have told him from the beginning that this obsession of his over the coffee was bound to end in a blind alley, but I restrained my tongue. After all, though he was old, Poirot had been a great man in his day.

[626] "Breakfast is ready," said John Cavendish, coming in from the hall. "You will breakfast with us, Monsieur Poirot?"

[627] Poirot acquiesced. I observed John. Already he was almost restored to his normal self. The shock of the events of the last night had upset him temporarily, but his equable poise soon swung back to the normal. He was a man of very little imagination, in sharp contrast with his brother, who had, perhaps, too much.

[628] Ever since the early hours of the morning, John had been hard at work, sending telegrams-one of the first had gone to Evelyn Howard-writing notices for the papers, and generally occupying himself with the melancholy duties that a death entails.

[629] "May I ask how things are proceeding?" he said. "Do your investigations point to my mother having died a natural death- or-or must we prepare ourselves for the worst?"

[630] "I think, Mr. Cavendish," said Poirot gravely, "that you would do well not to buoy yourself up with any false hopes. Can you tell me the views of the other members of the family?"

[631] "My brother Lawrence is convinced that we are making a fuss over nothing. He says that everything points to its being a simple case of heart failure."

[632] "He does, does he? That is very interesting-very interesting," murmured Poirot softly. "And Mrs. Cavendish?"

[633] A faint cloud passed over John's face.

[634] "I have not the least idea what my wife's views on the subject are."

[635] The answer brought a momentary stiffness in its train. John broke the rather awkward silence by saying with a slight effort:

[636] "I told you, didn't I, that Mr. Inglethorp has returned?"

[637] Poirot bent his head.

[638] "It's an awkward position for all of us. Of course one has to treat him as usual-but, hang it all, one's gorge does rise at sitting down to eat with a possible murderer!"

[639] Poirot nodded sympathetically.

"I quite understand. It is a very difficult situation for you, Mr. Cavendish. I would like to ask you one question. Mr. Inglethorp's reason for not returning last night was, I believe, that he had forgotten the latch-key. Is not that so?"

"Yes."

[640] "I suppose you are quite sure that the latch-key *WAS forgotten-that he did not take it after all?"

[641] "I have no idea. I never thought of looking. We always keep it in the hall drawer. I'll go and see if it's there now."

[642] Poirot held up his hand with a faint smile.

[643] "No, no, Mr. Cavendish, it is too late now. I am certain that you would find it. If Mr. Inglethorp did take it, he has had ample time to replace it by now."

[644] "But do you think--"

[645] "I think nothing. If anyone had chanced to look this morning before his return, and seen it there, it would have been a valuable point in his favour. That is all."

[646] John looked perplexed.

[647] "Do not worry," said Poirot smoothly. "I assure you that you need not let it trouble you. Since you are so kind, let us go and have some breakfast."

[648] Every one was assembled in the dining-room. Under the circumstances, we were naturally not a cheerful party. The reaction after a shock is always trying, and I think we were all suffering from it. Decorum and good breeding naturally enjoined that our demeanour should be much as usual, yet I could not help wondering if this self-control were really a matter of great difficulty. There were no red eyes, no signs of secretly indulged grief. I felt that I was right in my opinion that Dorcas was the person most affected by the personal side of the tragedy.

[649] I pass over Alfred Inglethorp, who acted the bereaved widower in a manner that I felt to be disgusting in its hypocrisy. Did he know that we suspected him, I wondered. Surely he could not be unaware of the fact, conceal it as we would. Did he feel some secret stirring of fear, or was he confident that his crime would go unpunished? Surely the suspicion in the atmosphere must warn him that he was already a marked man.

[650] But did every one suspect him? What about Mrs. Cavendish? I watched her as she sat at the head of the table, graceful, composed, enigmatic. In her soft grey frock, with white ruffles at the wrists falling over her slender hands, she looked very beautiful. When she chose, however, her face could be sphinx-like in its inscrutability. She was very silent, hardly opening her lips, and yet in some queer way I felt that the great strength of her personality was dominating us all.

[651] And little Cynthia? Did she suspect? She looked very tired and ill, I thought. The heaviness and languor of her manner were very marked. I asked her if she were feeling ill, and she answered frankly:

[652] "Yes, I've got the most beastly headache."

[653] "Have another cup of coffee, mademoiselle?" said Poirot solicitously. "It will revive you. It is unparalleled for the mal de tete[19]." He jumped up and took her cup.

[654] "No sugar," said Cynthia, watching him, as he picked up the sugar-tongs.

[655] "No sugar? You abandon it in the war-time, eh?"

[656] "No, I never take it in coffee."

[657] "Sacre![20]" murmured Poirot to himself, as he brought back the replenished cup.

[658] Only I heard him, and glancing up curiously at the little man I saw that his face was working with suppressed excitement, and his eyes were as green as a cat's. He had heard or seen something that had affected him strongly-but what was it? I do not usually label myself as dense, but I must confess that nothing out of the ordinary had attracted *MY attention.

[659] In another moment, the door opened and Dorcas appeared.

[660] "Mr. Wells to see you, sir," she said to John.

[661] I remembered the name as being that of the lawyer to whom Mrs. Inglethorp had written the night before.

[662] John rose immediately.

[663] "Show him into my study." Then he turned to us. "My mother's lawyer," he explained. And in a lower voice: "He is also Coroner[21] - you understand. Perhaps you would like to come with me?"

[664] We acquiesced and followed him out of the room. John strode on ahead and I took the opportunity of whispering to Poirot:

[665] "There will be an inquest then?"

[666] Poirot nodded absently. He seemed absorbed in thought; so much so that my curiosity was aroused.

[667] "What is it? You are not attending to what I say."

[668] "It is true, my friend. I am much worried."

"Why?"

[669] "Because Mademoiselle Cynthia does not take sugar in her coffee."

[670] "What? You cannot be serious?"

[671] "But I am most serious. Ah, there is something there that I do not understand. My instinct was right."

[672] "What instinct?"

[673] "The instinct that led me to insist on examining those coffee-cups. Chut![22] no more now!"

[674] We followed John into his study, and he closed the door behind us.

[675] Mr. Wells was a pleasant man of middle-age, with keen eyes, and the typical lawyer's mouth. John introduced us both, and explained the reason of our presence.

[676] "You will understand, Wells," he added, "that this is all strictly private. We are still hoping that there will turn out to be no need for investigation of any kind."

[677] "Quite so, quite so," said Mr. Wells soothingly. "I wish we could have spared you the pain and publicity of an inquest, but of course it's quite unavoidable in the absence of a doctor's certificate."

[678] "Yes, I suppose so."

[679] "Clever man, Bauerstein. Great authority on toxicology, I believe."

[680] "Indeed," said John with a certain stiffness in his manner. Then he added rather hesitatingly: "Shall we have to appear as witnesses-all of us, I mean?"

[681] "You, of course-and ah-er-Mr.-er-Inglethorp."

[682] A slight pause ensued before the lawyer went on in his soothing manner:

[683] "Any other evidence will be simply confirmatory, a mere matter of form."

"I see."

[684] A faint expression of relief swept over John's face. It puzzled me, for I saw no occasion for it.

[685] "If you know of nothing to the contrary," pursued Mr. Wells, "I had thought of Friday. That will give us plenty of time for the doctor's report. The post-mortem is to take place to-night, I believe?"

"Yes."

[686] "Then that arrangement will suit you?"

[687] "Perfectly."

[688] "I need not tell you, my dear Cavendish, how distressed I am at this most tragic affair."

[689] "Can you give us no help in solving it, monsieur?" interposed Poirot, speaking for the first time since we had entered the room.

"I?"

[690] "Yes, we heard that Mrs. Inglethorp wrote to you last night. You should have received the letter this morning."

[691] "I did, but it contains no information. It is merely a note asking me to call upon her this morning, as she wanted my advice on a matter of great importance."

[692] "She gave you no hint as to what that matter might be?"

[693] "Unfortunately, no."

[694] "That is a pity," said John.

[695] "A great pity," agreed Poirot gravely.

[696] There was silence. Poirot remained lost in thought for a few minutes. Finally he turned to the lawyer again.

[697] "Mr. Wells, there is one thing I should like to ask you-that is, if it is not against professional etiquette. In the event of Mrs. Inglethorp's death, who would inherit her money?"

[698] The lawyer hesitated a moment, and then replied:

[699] "The knowledge will be public property very soon, so if Mr. Cavendish does not object--"

[700] "Not at all," interpolated John.

[701] "I do not see any reason why I should not answer your question. By her last will, dated August of last year, after various unimportant legacies to servants, etc., she gave her entire fortune to her stepson, Mr. John Cavendish."

[702] "Was not that-pardon the question, Mr. Cavendish-rather unfair to her other stepson, Mr. Lawrence Cavendish?"

[703] "No, I do not think so. You see, under the terms of their father's will, while John inherited the property, Lawrence, at his stepmother's death, would come into a considerable sum of money. Mrs. Inglethorp left her money to her elder stepson, knowing that he would have to keep up Styles. It was, to my mind, a very fair and equitable distribution."

[704] Poirot nodded thoughtfully.

[705] "I see. But I am right in saying, am I not, that by your English law that will was automatically revoked when Mrs. Inglethorp remarried?"

[706] Mr. Wells bowed his head.

[707] "As I was about to proceed, Monsieur Poirot, that document is now null and void."

[708] "Hein!" said Poirot. He reflected for a moment, and then asked: "Was Mrs. Inglethorp herself aware of that fact?"

[709] "I do not know. She may have been."

[710] "She was," said John unexpectedly. "We were discussing the matter of wills being revoked by marriage only yesterday."

[711] "Ah! One more question, Mr. Wells. You say 'her last will.' Had Mrs. Inglethorp, then, made several former wills?"

[712] "On an average, she made a new will at least once a year," said Mr. Wells imperturbably. "She was given to changing her mind as to her testamentary dispositions, now benefiting one, now another member of her family."

[713] "Suppose," suggested Poirot, "that, unknown to you, she had made a new will in favour of some one who was not, in any sense of the word, a member of the family-we will say Miss Howard, for instance-would you be surprised?"

[714] "Not in the least."

[715] "Ah!" Poirot seemed to have exhausted his questions.

I drew close to him, while John and the lawyer were debating the question of going through Mrs. Inglethorp's papers.

[716] "Do you think Mrs. Inglethorp made a will leaving all her money to Miss Howard?" I asked in a low voice, with some curiosity.

[717] Poirot smiled.

"No."

[718] "Then why did you ask?"

[719] "Hush!"

[720] John Cavendish had turned to Poirot.

[721] "Will you come with us, Monsieur Poirot? We are going through my mother's papers. Mr. Inglethorp is quite willing to leave it entirely to Mr. Wells and myself."

[722] "Which simplifies matters very much," murmured the lawyer. "As technically, of course, he was entitled--" He did not finish the sentence.

[723] "We will look through the desk in the boudoir first," explained John, "and go up to her bedroom afterwards. She kept her most important papers in a purple despatch-case, which we must look through carefully."

[724] "Yes," said the lawyer, "it is quite possible that there may be a later will than the one in my possession."

[725] "There *IS a later will." It was Poirot who spoke.

[726] "What?" John and the lawyer looked at him startled.

[727] "Or, rather," pursued my friend imperturbably, "there *WAS one."

[728] "What do you mean-there was one? Where is it now?"

[729] "Burnt!"

"Burnt?"

[730] "Yes. See here." He took out the charred fragment we had found in the grate in Mrs. Inglethorp's room, and handed it to the lawyer with a brief explanation of when and where he had found it.

[731] "But possibly this is an old will?"

[732] "I do not think so. In fact I am almost certain that it was made no earlier than yesterday afternoon."

[733] "What?" "Impossible!" broke simultaneously from both men.

[734] Poirot turned to John.

[735] "If you will allow me to send for your gardener, I will prove it to you."

[736] "Oh, of course-but I don't see--"

[737] Poirot raised his hand.

[738] "Do as I ask you. Afterwards you shall question as much as you please."

[739] "Very well." He rang the bell.

[740] Dorcas answered it in due course.

[741] "Dorcas, will you tell Manning to come round and speak to me here."

[742] "Yes, sir."

Dorcas withdrew.

[743] We waited in a tense silence. Poirot alone seemed perfectly at his ease, and dusted a forgotten corner of the bookcase.

[744] The clumping of hobnailed boots on the gravel outside proclaimed the approach of Manning. John looked questioningly at Poirot. The latter nodded.

[745] "Come inside, Manning," said John, "I want to speak to you."

[746] Manning came slowly and hesitatingly through the French window, and stood as near it as he could. He held his cap in his hands, twisting it very carefully round and round. His back was much bent, though he was probably not as old as he looked, but his eyes were sharp and intelligent, and belied his slow and rather cautious speech.