蓝色特快上的秘密-蓝色列车之谜-蓝色列车(英文版)- 第16部分

〃I　am　so　glad　you　feel　better；〃　she　said；　trying　to　make　her　voice　sound　as　conventional　as　possible。　She　was　only　too　well　aware　that　the　aftermath　of　confidences　is　embarrassment。　She　added　tactfully：　

〃I　must　be　going　back　to　my　own　partment。〃　

She　emerged　into　the　corridor　at　the　same　time　as　the　maid　was　also　ing　out　from　the　next　door。　The　latter　looked　towards　Katherine；　over　her　shoulder；　and　an　expression　of　intense　surprise　showed　itself　on　her　face。　Katherine　turned　also；　but　by　that　time　whoever　it　was　who　had　aroused　the　maid's　interest　had　retreated　into　his　or　her　partment；　and　the　corridor　was　empty。　Katherine　walked　down　it　to　regain　her　own　place；　which　was　in　the　next　coach。　As　she　passed　the　end　partment　the　door　opened　and　a　woman's　face　looked　out　for　a　moment　and　then　pulled　the　door　to　sharply。　

It　was　a　face　not　easily　forgotten；　as　Katherine　was　to　know　when　she　saw　it　again。　A　beautiful　face；　oval　and　dark；　very　heavily　made　up　in　a　bizarre　fashion。　Katherine　had　a　feeling　that　she　had　seen　it　before　somewhere。　

She　regained　her　own　partment　without　other　adventure　and　sat　for　some　time　thinking　of　the　confidence　which　had　just　been　made　to　her。　She　wondered　idly　who　the　woman　in　the　mink　coat　might　be；　wondered　also　how　the　end　of　her　story　would　turn　out。　

〃If　I　have　stopped　anyone　from　making　an　idiot　of　themselves；　I　suppose　I　have　done　good　work；〃　she　thought　to　herself。　〃But　who　knows？　That　is　the　kind　of　woman　who　is　hard…headed　and　egotistical　all　her　life；　and　it　might　be　good　for　her　to　do　the　other　sort　of　thing　for　a　change。　Oh；　well　…　I　don't　suppose　I　shall　ever　see　her　again。　She　certainly　won't　want　to　see　me　again。　That　is　the　worst　of　letting　people　tell　you　things。　They　never　do。〃　

She　hoped　that　she　would　not　be　given　the　same　table　at　dinner。　She　reflected；　not　without　humour；　that　it　might　be　awkward　for　both　of　them。　Leaning　back　with　her　head　against　a　cushion　she　felt　tired　and　vaguely　depressed。　They　had　reached　Paris；　and　the　slow　journey　round　the　ceinture；　with　its　interminable　stops　and　waits；　was　very　wearisome。　

When　they　arrived　at　the　Gare　de　Lyon　she　was　glad　to　get　out　and　walk　up　and　down　the　platform。　The　keen　cold　air　was　refreshing　after　the　steam…heated　train。　

She　observed　with　a　smile　that　her　friend　of　the　mink　coat　was　solving　the　possible　awkwardness　of　the　dinner　problem　in　her　own　way。　A　dinner　basket　was　being　handed　up　and　received　through　the　window　by　the　maid。　

When　the　train　started　once　more；　and　dinner　was　announced　by　a　violent　ringing　of　bells；　Katherine　went　along　to　it　much　relieved　in　mind。　Her　vis…а…vis　tonight　was　of　an　entirely　different　kind　…　a　small　man；　distinctly　foreign　in　appearance；　with　a　rigidly　waxed　moustache　and　an　egg…shaped　head　which　he　carried　rather　on　one　side。　Katherine　had　taken　in　a　book　to　dinner　with　her。　She　found　the　little　man's　eyes　fixed　on　it　with　a　kind　of　twinkling　amusement。　

〃I　see；　Madame；　that　you　have　a　Roman　Policier。　You　are　fond　of　such　things？〃　

〃They　amuse　me；〃　Katherine　admitted。　

The　little　man　nodded　with　the　air　of　plete　understanding。　

〃They　have　a　good　sale　always；　so　I　am　told。　Now　why　is　that；　eh；　Mademoiselle？　I　ask　it　of　you　as　a　student　of　human　nature　…　why　should　that　be？〃　

Katherine　felt　more　and　more　amused。　

〃Perhaps　they　give　one　the　illusion　of　living　an　exciting　life；〃　she　suggested。　

He　nodded　gravely。　

〃Yes；　there　is　something　in　that。〃　

〃Of　course；　one　knows　that　such　things　don't　really　happen；〃　Katherine　was　continuing；　but　he　interrupted　her　sharply。　

〃Sometimes；　Mademoiselle！　Sometimes！　I　who　speak　to　you　…　they　have　happened　to　me。〃　

She　threw　him　a　quick；　interested　glance。　

〃Some　day；　who　knows；　you　might　be　in　the　thick　of　things；〃　he　went　on。　〃It　is　all　chance。〃　

〃I　don't　think　it　is　likely；〃　said　Katherine；　〃Nothing　of　that　kind　ever　happens　to　me。〃　

He　leaned　forward。　

〃Would　you　like　it　to？〃　

The　question　startled　her；　and　she　drew　in　her　breath　sharply。　

〃It　is　my　fancy；　perhaps；〃　said　the　little　man；　as　he　dexterously　polished　one　of　the　forks；　〃but　I　think　that　you　have　a　yearning　in　you　for　interesting　happenings。　Eh　bien；　Mademoiselle；　all　through　my　life　I　have　observed　one　thing　…　'All　one　wants　one　gets！'　Who　knows？〃　His　face　screwed　itself　up　ically。　〃You　may　get　more　than　you　bargain　for。〃　

〃Is　that　a　prophecy？〃　asked　Katherine；　smiling　as　she　rose　from　the　table。　

The　little　man　shook　his　head。　

〃I　never　prophesy；〃　he　declared　pompously。　〃It　is　true　that　I　have　the　habit　of　being　always　right　…　but　I　do　not　boast　of　it。　Good…night；　Mademoiselle；　and　may　you　sleep　well。〃　

Katherine　went　back　along　the　train　amused　and　entertained　by　her　little　neighbour。　

She　passed　the　open　door　of　her　friend's　partment　and　saw　the　conductor　making　up　the　bed。　The　lady　in　the　mink　coat　was　standing　looking　out　of　the　window。　The　second　partment；　as　Katherine　saw　trough　the　municating　door；　was　empty；　with　rugs　and　bags　heaped　up　on　the　mat。　The　maid　was　not　there。　

Katherine　found　her　own　bed　prepared　and　since　she　was　tired；　she　went　to　bed　and　switched　off　her　light　about　half…past　nine。　

She　woke　with　a　sudden　start；　how　much　time　had　passed　she　did　not　know。　Glancing　at　her　watch；　she　found　that　it　had　stopped。　

A　feeling　of　intense　uneasiness　pervaded　her　and　grew　stronger　moment　by　moment。　At　last　she　got　up；　threw　her　dressing…gown　round　her　shoulders；　and　stepped　out　into　the　corridor。　The　whole　train　seemed　wrapped　in　slumber。　Katherine　let　down　the　window　and　sat　by　it　for　some　minutes；　drinking　in　the　cool　night　air　and　trying　vainly　to　calm　her　uneasy　fears。　She　presently　decided　that　she　would　go　along　to　the　end　and　ask　the　conductor　for　the　right　time　so　that　she　could　set　her　watch。　She　found；　however；　that　his　little　chair　was　vacant。　

She　hesitated　for　a　moment　and　then　walked　through　into　the　next　coach。　She　looked　down　the　long；　dim　line　of　the　corridor　and　saw；　to　her　surprise；　that　a　man　was　standing　with　his　hand　on　the　door　of　the　partment　occupied　by　the　lady　in　the　mink　coat。　That　is　to　say；　she　thought　it　was　the　partment。　Probably；　however；　she　was　mistaken。　He　stood　there　for　a　moment　or　two　with　his　back　to　her；　seeming　uncertain　and　hesitating　in　his　attitude。　Then　he　slowly　turned；　and　with　an　odd　feeling　of　fatality；　Katherine　recognized　him　as　the　same　man　whom　she　had　noticed　twice　before　…　once　in　the　corridor　of　the　Savoy　Hotel　and　once　in　Cook's　offices。　Then　he　opened　the　door　of　the　partment　and　passed　in；　drawing　it　to　behind　him。　

An　idea　flashed　across　Katherine's　mind。　Could　this　be　the　man　of　whom　the　other　woman　had　spoken　…　the　man　she　was　journeying　to　meet。　

Then　Katherine　told　herself　that　she　was　romancing。　In　all　probability　she　had　mistaken　the　partment。　

She　went　back　to　her　own　carriage。　Five　minutes　later　the　train　slackened　speed。　

There　was　the　long　plaintive　hiss　of　the　Westinghouse　brake；　and　a　few　minutes　later　the　train　came　to　a　stop　at　Lyons。

Chapter　11　

MURDER

Katherine　wakened　the　next　morning　to　brilliant　sunshine。　She　went　along　to　breakfast　early；　but　met　none　of　her　acquaintanc