蓝色特快上的秘密-蓝色列车之谜-蓝色列车(英文版)- 第51部分

〃I　agree　with　you；　my　friend；　it　is　out　of　place　there。〃　

〃A　woman　should　be　calm　and　sympathetic；　and　a　good　cook；〃　said　Mr　Aarons。　

〃Mirelle　has　not　been　long　before　the　public；　has　she？〃　asked　Poirot。　

〃About　two　and　a　half　years；　that　is　all；〃　said　Mr　Aarons。　〃Some　French　Duke　started　her。　I　hear　now　that　she　has　taken　up　with　the　ex…Prime　Minister　of　Greece。　These　are　the　chaps　who　manage　to　put　money　away　quietly。〃　

〃That　is　news　to　me；〃　said　Poirot。　

〃Oh；　she's　not　one　to　let　the　grass　grow　under　her　feet。　They　say　that　young　Kettering　murdered　his　wife　on　her　account。　I　don't　know；　I　am　sure。　Anyway；　he　is　in　prison；　and　she　had　to　look　round　for　herself；　and　pretty　smart　she　has　been　about　it。　They　say　she　is　wearing　a　ruby　the　size　of　a　pigeon's　egg　…　not　that　I　have　ever　seen　a　pigeon's　egg　myself；　but　that　is　what　they　always　call　it　in　works　of　fiction。〃　

〃A　ruby　the　size　of　a　pigeon's　egg！〃　said　Poirot。　His　eyes　were　green　and　catlike。　〃How　interesting！〃　

〃I　had　it　from　a　friend　of　mine；〃　said　Mr　Aarons。　〃But；　for　all　I　know；　it　may　be　coloured　glass。　They　are　all　the　same；　these　women　…　they　never　stop　telling　tall　stories　about　their　jewels。　Mirelle　goes　about　bragging　that　it　has　got　a　curse　on　it。　'Heart　of　Fire；'　I　think　she　calls　it。〃　

〃But　if　I　remember　rightly；〃　said　Poirot；　〃the　ruby　that　is　named　'Heart　of　Fire'　is　the　centre　stone　in　a　necklace。〃　

〃There　you　are！　Didn't　I　tell　you　there　is　no　end　to　the　lies　women　will　tell　about　their　jewellery？　This　is　a　single　stone；　hung　on　a　platinum　chain　round　her　neck；　but；　as　I　said　before；　ten　to　one　it　is　a　bit　of　coloured　glass。〃　

〃No；〃　said　Poirot　gently；　〃no　…　somehow　I　do　not　think　it　is　coloured　glass。〃

Chapter　32　

KATHERINE　AND　POIROT　PARE　NOTES

〃You　have　changed；　Mademoiselle；〃　said　Poirot　suddenly。　He　and　Katherine　were　seated　opposite　each　other　at　a　small　table　at　the　Savoy。　

〃Yes；　you　have　changed；〃　he　continued。　

〃In　what　way？〃　

〃Mademoiselle；　these　nuances　are　difficult　to　express。〃　

〃I　am　older。〃　

〃Yes；　you　are　older。　And　by　that　I　do　not　mean　that　the　wrinkles　and　the　crows'　feet　are　ing。　When　I　first　saw　you；　Mademoiselle；　you　were　a　looker…on　at　life。　You　had　the　quiet；　amused　look　of　one　who　sits　back　in　the　stalls　and　watches　the　play。〃　

〃And　now？〃　

〃Now；　you　no　longer　watch。　It　is　an　absurd　thing；　perhaps；　that　I　say　here；　but　you　have　the　wary　look　of　a　fighter　who　is　playing　a　difficult　game。〃　

〃My　old　lady　is　difficult　sometimes；〃　said　Katherine；　with　a　smile；　〃but　I　can　assure　you　that　I　don't　engage　in　deadly　contests　with　her。　You　must　go　down　and　see　her　some　day；　Monsieur　Poirot。　I　think　you　are　one　of　the　people　who　would　appreciate　her　pluck　and　her　spirit。〃　

There　was　a　silence　while　the　waiter　deftly　served　them　with　chicken　en　casserole。　When　he　had　departed；　Poirot　said：　

〃You　have　heard　me　speak　of　my　friend　Hastings？　…　he　who　said　that　I　was　a　human　oyster。　Eh　bien；　Mademoiselle；　I　have　met　my　match　in　you。　You；　far　more　than　I；　play　a　lone　hand。〃　

〃Nonsense；〃　said　Katherine　lightly。　

〃Never　does　Hercule　Poirot　talk　nonsense。　It　is　as　I　say。〃　

Again　there　was　a　silence。　Poirot　broke　it　by　inquiring：　

〃Have　you　seen　any　of　our　Riviera　friends　since　you　have　been　back；　Mademoiselle？〃　

〃I　have　seen　something　of　Major　Knighton。〃　

〃A…ha！　Is　that　so？〃　

Something　in　Poirot's　twinkling　eyes　made　Katherine　lower　hers。　

〃So　Mr　Van　Aldin　remains　in　London？〃　

〃Yes。〃　

〃I　must　try　to　see　him　tomorrow　or　the　next　day。〃　

〃You　have　news　for　him？〃　

〃What　makes　you　think　that？〃　

〃I　…　wondered；　that　is　all。〃　

Poirot　looked　across　at　her　with　twinkling　eyes。　

〃And　now；　Mademoiselle；　there　is　much　that　you　wish　to　ask　me；　I　can　see　that。　And　why　not？　Is　not　the　affair　of　the　Blue　Train　our　own　'Roman　Policier'？〃　

〃Yes；　there　are　things　I　should　like　to　ask　you。〃　

〃Eh　bien？〃　

Katherine　looked　up　with　a　sudden　air　of　resolution。　

〃What　were　you　doing　in　Paris；　Monsieur　Poirot？〃　

Poirot　smiled　slightly。　

〃I　made　a　call　at　the　Russian　Embassy。〃　

〃Oh。〃　

〃I　see　that　that　tells　you　nothing。　But　I　will　not　be　a　human　oyster。　No；　I　will　lay　my　cards　on　the　table；　which　is　assuredly　a　thing　that　oysters　do　not　do。　You　suspect；　do　you　not；　that　I　am　not　satisfied　with　the　case　against　Derek　Kettering？〃　

〃That　is　what　I　have　been　wondering。　I　thought；　in　Nice；　that　you　had　finished　with　the　case。〃　

〃You　do　not　say　all　that　you　mean；　Mademoiselle。　But　I　admit　everything。　It　was　I　…　my　researches　…　which　placed　Derek　Kettering　where　he　is　now。　But　for　me　the　Examining　Magistrate　would　still　be　vainly　trying　to　fasten　the　crime　on　the　te　de　la　Roche。　Eh　bien；　Mademoiselle；　what　I　have　done　I　do　not　regret。　I　have　only　one　duty　…　to　discover　the　truth；　and　that　way　led　straight　to　Mr　Kettering。　But　did　it　end　there？　The　police　say　yes；　but　I；　Hercule　Poirot；　am　not　satisfied。〃　

He　broke　off　suddenly。　〃Tell　me；　Mademoiselle；　have　you　heard　from　Mademoiselle　Lenox　lately？〃　

〃One　very　short；　scrappy　letter。　She　is；　I　think；　annoyed　with　me　for　ing　back　to　England。〃　

Poirot　nodded。　

〃I　had　an　interview　with　her　the　night　that　Monsieur　Kettering　was　arrested。　It　was　an　interesting　interview　in　more　ways　than　one。〃　

Again　he　fell　silent；　and　Katherine　did　not　interrupt　his　train　of　thought。　

〃Mademoiselle；〃　he　said　at　last；　〃I　am　now　on　delicate　ground；　yet　I　will　say　this　to　you。　There　is；　I　think；　someone　who　loves　Monsieur　Kettering　…　correct　me　if　I　am　wrong　…　and　for　her　sake　…　well　…　for　her　sake　I　hope　that　I　am　right　and　the　police　are　wrong。　You　know　who　that　someone　is？〃　

There　was　a　pause；　then　Katherine　said：　〃Yes　…　I　think　I　know。〃　

Poirot　leant　across　the　table　towards　her。　

〃I　am　not　satisfied；　Mademoiselle；　no；　I　am　not　satisfied。　The　facts；　the　main　facts；　led　straight　to　Monsieur　Kettering。　But　there　is　one　thing　that　has　been　left　out　of　account。〃　

〃And　what　is　that？〃　

〃The　disfigured　face　of　the　victim。　I　have　asked　myself；　Mademoiselle；　a　hundred　times；　'Was　Derek　Kettering　the　kind　of　man　who　would　deal　that　smashing　blow　after　having　mitted　murder？'　What　end　would　it　serve？　What　purpose　would　it　acplish？　Was　it　a　likely　action　for　one　of　Monsieur　Kettering's　temperament？　And；　Mademoiselle；　the　answer　to　these　questions　is　profoundly　unsatisfactory。　Again　and　again　I　go　back　to　that　one　point　…　'why？'　And　the　only　things　I　have　to　help　me　to　a　solution　of　the　problem　are　these。〃　

He　whipped　out　his　pocket…book　and　extracted　something　from　it　which　he　held　between　his　finger　and　thumb。　

〃Do　you　remember；　Mademoiselle？　You　saw　me　take　these　hairs　from　the　rug　in　the　railway　carriage。〃　

Katherine　leant　forward；　scrutinizing　the　hairs　keenly。　

Poirot　nodded　his　head　slowly　several　times。　

〃They　suggest　nothing　to　you；　I　see　that；　Mademoiselle。　And　yet　…　I　think　somehow　that　you　see　a　good　deal。〃　

〃I　have　had　ideas；〃　said　Katherine　slowly；　〃curious　ideas。　That　is　why　I　ask　you　what　you　were　doing　in　Paris；　Monsieur　Poirot。〃　

〃When　I　wrote　to　you　…〃　

〃From　the　Ritz？〃　

A　curious　smile　came　over　Poirot's　face。　

〃Yes；　as　you　say；　from　the　Ritz。　I　am　a