Агата Кристи – Death on the Nile / Смерть на Ниле (страница 10)
“What do you mean?”
Poirot altered his tone. He leant forward; his voice was confidential, appealing. He said very gently, “Why do you mind so much, Madame?”
“Why? But it's maddening! Irritating to the last degree! I've told you why!”
Poirot shook his head.
“Not altogether.”
“What do you mean?” Linnet asked again.
Poirot leant back and folded his arms.
“Ecoutez[96], Madame. I will tell you a little history. One day, a month or two ago, I am dining in a restaurant in London. At the table next to me are two people, a man and a girl. They are very happy, very much in love. They talk with confidence of the future. The man's back is to me, but I can watch the girl's face. It is very intense. She is in love – heart, soul and body – and she is not of those who love lightly and often. With her it is clearly the life and the death. They are engaged to be married, and they talk of where they shall pass the days of their honeymoon. They plan to go to Egypt.”
He paused. Linnet said sharply “Well?”
Poirot went on: “That is a month or two ago, but the girl's face – I do not forget it. I know that I shall remember if I see it again. And I remember too the man's voice. And you can guess, Madame, when I see the one and hear the other again. It is here in Egypt. The man is on his honeymoon, yes – but he is on his honeymoon with another woman.”
Linnet said sharply: “What of it? I had already mentioned the facts.”
“The facts – yes.”
“Well then?”[97]
Poirot said slowly: “The girl in the restaurant mentioned a friend – a friend who, she was very positive, would not let her down. That friend, I think, was you, Madame.”
Linnet flushed.
“Yes. I told you we had been friends.”
“And she trusted you?”
“Yes.”
She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip impatiently; then she broke out:
“Of course the whole thing was very unfortunate. But these things happen, Monsieur Poirot.”
“Ah! Yes, they happen, Madame.” He paused. “You are of the Church of England[98] I think?”
“Yes.” Linnet looked slightly bewildered.
“Then you have heard the Bible read aloud in church. You have heard of King David and of the rich man who had many flocks and herds and the poor man who had one ewe lamb[99] – and of how the rich man took the poor man's one ewe lamb. That was something that happened, Madame.”
Linnet sat up. Her eyes flashed angrily.
“I see perfectly what you are driving at[100], Monsieur Poirot! You think that I stole my friend's young man. Looking at the matter sentimentally that is possibly true. But the real hard truth is different. I don't deny that Jackie was passionately in love with Simon, but I don't think you take into account[101] that he may not have been equally devoted to her. He was very fond of her, but I think that even before he met me he was beginning to feel that he had made a mistake. Look at it clearly, Monsieur Poirot. Simon discovers that it is I he loves, not Jackie. What should he do? Be heroically noble and marry a woman he does not care for and thereby probably ruin three lives? If he were actually married to her when he met me I agree that it might be his duty to stick to her. If one person is unhappy the other suffers too. But an engagement is not really binding. If a mistake has been made, then surely it is better to face the fact before it is too late. I admit that it was very hard on Jackie, and I'm terribly sorry about it – but there it is. It was inevitable.”
“I wonder.”[102]
She stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
“It is very sensible, very logical – all that you say! But it does not explain one thing.”
“What is that?”
“Your own attitude, Madame. You say this persecution is intolerable – and why? It can be for one reason only – that you feel a sense of guilt.”
Linnet sprang to her feet.[103]
“How dare you? Really, Monsieur Poirot, this is going too far.”[104]
“But I do dare, Madame! I am going to speak to you quite frankly. I suggest that you felt strongly attracted to him at once. But I suggest that there was a moment when you hesitated, when you realized that there was a choice – that you could stop or go on. I suggest that the initiative rested with you – not with Monsieur Doyle. You are beautiful, Madame; you are rich; you are clever, intelligent – and you have charm. You had everything, Madame, that life can offer. Your friend's life was tied to one person. You knew that, but, though you hesitated, you did not hold your hand[105]. And like the rich man in the Bible, you took the poor man's one ewe lamb.”
There was a silence. Linnet controlled herself with an effort and said in a cold voice, “All this is quite beside the point!”[106]
“No, it is not beside the point. I am explaining to you just why the unexpected appearances of Mademoiselle de Bellefort have upset you so much. It is because you feel that she has right on her side.”
“That's not true!”
Poirot shrugged his shoulders.
“You refuse to be honest with yourself.”
“Not at all.”
Poirot said gently, “I should say, Madame, that you have had a happy life, that you have been generous and kindly in your attitude toward others.”
“I have tried to be,” said Linnet. The anger left her.
“And that is why the feeling that you have deliberately injured someone upsets you so much. Pardon me if I have been impertinent, but the psychology is the most important fact in a case.”
Linnet said slowly: “Even supposing what you say were true, what can be done about it now? One can't alter the past; one must deal with things as they are.”
Poirot nodded.
“You have the clear brain. Yes, one cannot go back over the past. One must accept things as they are and accept the consequences of one's past deeds.”
“You mean,” asked Linnet incredulously, “that I can do nothing – nothing?”
“You must have courage, Madame; that is what it seems like to me.”
Linnet said slowly:
“Couldn't you – talk to Jackie – to Miss de Bellefort? Reason with her?”
“Yes, I could do that. I will do that if you would like me to do so. But do not expect much result. And by the way, what is your husband's attitude in this?”
“He's furious – simply furious.”
Poirot nodded thoughtfully.
Linnet said appealingly, “You will – talk to her?”
“Yes, I will do that. But it is my opinion that I shall not be able to achieve anything.”
Linnet said violently: “Jackie is extraordinary! One can't tell what she will do!”
“You spoke just now of certain threats she had made. Would you tell me what those threats were?”
Linnet shrugged her shoulders.
“She threatened to – well – kill us both. Jackie can be rather – dangerous sometimes.”
“I see.”
Poirot's tone was grave.
Linnet turned to him appealingly.
“You will act for me?”[107]
“No, Madame.” His tone was firm. “I will do what I can in the interests of humanity. That, yes. The situation is full of difficulty and danger. I will do what I can to clear it up – but I am not very sure as to my chance of success.”
Chapter 4