Агата Кристи – Crooked House / Скрюченный домишко. Книга для чтения на английском языке (страница 2)
We had cocktails—then went and found our table. We talked rather fast and feverishly—asking after old friends of the Cairo days. It was artificial conversation, but it tided us over[10] the first awkwardness. I expressed commiseration for her grandfather’s death and Sophia said quietly that it had been Very sudden’. Then we started off again reminiscing. I began to feel, uneasily, that something was the matter—something, I mean, other than the first natural awkwardness of meeting again. There was something wrong, definitely wrong, with Sophia herself. Was she, perhaps, going to tell me that she had found some other man whom she cared for more than she did for me? That her feeling for me had been ‘all a mistake’?
Somehow I didn’t think it was that—I didn’t know what it was. Meanwhile we continued our artificial talk.
Then, quite suddenly, as the waiter placed coffee on the table and retired bowing, everything swung into focus[11]. Here were Sophia and I sitting together as so often before at a small table in a restaurant. The years of our separation might never have been.
And immediately she said, ‘Charles!’
I drew a deep breath[12] of relief.
‘Thank goodness that’s over,’ I said. ‘What’s been the matter with us?’
‘Probably my fault. I was stupid.’
‘But it’s all right now?’
‘Yes, it’s all right now.’
We smiled at each other.
‘Darling!’ I said. And then: ‘How soon will you marry me?’
Her smile died. The something, whatever it was, was back.
‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I’m not sure, Charles, that I can ever marry you.’
‘But, Sophia! Why not? Is it because you feel I’m a stranger? Do you want time to get used to me again? Is there someone else? No—’ I broke off. ‘I’m a fool. It’s none of those things.’
‘No, it isn’t.’ She shook her head. I waited. She said in a low voice:
‘It’s my grandfather’s death.’
‘Your grandfather’s death? But why? What earthly difference can that make? You don’t mean—surely you can’t imagine—is it money? Hasn’t he left any? But surely, dearest—’
‘It isn’t money.’ She gave a fleeting smile. I think you’d be quite willing[13] to “take me in my shift[14]”, as the old saying goes. And grandfather never lost any money in his life.’
‘Then what is it?’
‘It’s just his death—you see, I think, Charles, that he didn’t just—die. I think he may have been—killed…’
I stared at her.
‘But—what a fantastic idea. What made you think of it?’
I didn’t dispute that with her. Sophia had plenty of brains; any conclusions she had drawn could be relied upon.
Instead I said earnestly:
‘Their suspicions may be quite unjustified. But putting that aside, supposing that they are justified, how does that affect you and me?’
‘It might under certain circumstances. You’re in the Diplomatic Service. They’re rather particular about wives. No—please don’t say all the things that you’re bursting to say. You’re bound to say them—and I believe you really think them—and theoretically I quite agree with them. But I’m proud—I’m devilishly proud. I want our marriage to be a good thing for everyone—I don’t want to represent one-half of a sacrifice for love! And, as I say, it
‘You mean the doctor—may have made a mistake?’
‘Even if he hasn’t made a mistake, it won’t matter—so long as the right person killed him.’
‘What
‘It was a beastly thing to say. But, after all, one might as well be honest.’
She forestalled my next words.
‘No, Charles, I’m not going to say any more. I’ve probably said too much already. But I was determined to come and meet you tonight—to see you myself and make you understand. We can’t settle anything until this is cleared up.’
‘At least tell me about it.’
She shook her head.
‘I don’t want to.’
‘But—Sophia—’
‘No, Charles. I don’t want you to see us from
‘And how am I to do that?’
She looked at me, a queer light in her brilliant blue eyes.
‘You’ll get that from your father,’ she said.
I had told Sophia in Cairo that my father was Assistant Commissioner[16] of Scotland Yard. He still held that office. At her words, I felt a cold weight settling down on me.
‘It’s as bad as that, then?’
‘I think so. Do you see a man sitting at a table by the door all alone—rather a nice-looking stolid ex-Army type?’
‘Yes.’
‘He was on Swinly Dean platform this evening when I got into the train.’
‘You mean he’s followed you here?’
‘Yes. I think we’re all—how does one put it[17]?—under observation. They more or less hinted that we’d all better not leave the house. But I was determined to see you.’ Her small square chin shot out pugnaciously. ‘I got out of the bathroom window and shinned down the water-pipe.’ ‘Darling!’
‘But the police are very efficient. And of course there was the telegram I sent you. Well—never mind—we’re here—together… But from now on, we’ve both got to play a lone hand[18].’
She paused and then added:
‘Unfortunately—there’s no doubt—about our loving each other.’
‘No doubt at all,’ I said. ‘And don’t say unfortunately. You and I have survived a world war, we’ve had plenty of near escapes from sudden death—and I don’t see why the sudden death of just one old man—how old was he, by the way?’
‘Eighty-seven.’
‘Of course. It was in the
‘If you’d known my grandfather,’ said Sophia, ‘you’d have been surprised at his dying of
Chapter 3
I’d always taken a certain amount of interest in my father’s police work, but nothing had prepared me for the moment when I should come to take a direct and personal interest in it.
I had not yet seen the Old Man. He had been out when I arrived, and after a bath, a shave, and a change I had gone out to meet Sophia. When I returned to the house, however, Glover told me that he was in his study.
He was at his desk, frowning over a lot of papers. He jumped up when I came in.
‘Charles! Well, well, it’s been a long time.’
Our meeting, after five years of war, would have disappointed a Frenchman. Actually all the emotion of reunion was there all right. The Old Man and I are very fond of[20] each other, and we understand each other pretty well.
‘I’ve got some whisky,’ he said. ‘Say when[21]. Sorry I was out when you got here. I’m up to the ears in work. Hell of a case just unfolding.’
I leaned back[22] in my chair and lit a cigarette.
‘Aristide Leonidews?’ I asked.