三幕悲剧 17-凯发k8官网

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“so, you see, the fish has risen,” said hercule poirot.
mr. satterthwaite, who had been looking at the door which had just closed behind the other two, gave a start as he turned to poirot. the latter was smiling with a hint of mockery.
“yes, yes, do not deny it. ¹ you showed me the bait that day in monte carlo. is it not so? you showed me the paragraph in the paper. you hoped that it would arouse my interest - that i should occupy myself with the affair.”
“it is true,” confessed mr. satterthwaite. “but i thought that i had failed.”
“no, no, you did not fail. you are a shrewd judge of human nature, my friend. i was suffering from ² - i had - in the words of the child who was playing near us - ‘nothing to do.’ you came at the psychological moment. (and, talking of that, how much crime depends, too, on that psychological moment. the crime, the ³, they go hand in hand.) but let us come back to our muttons. this is
a crime very ⁴ - it puzzles me completely.”
“which crime - the first or the second?”
“there is only one - what you call the first and second murder are only the two halves of the same crime. the second half is simple - the ⁵ - the means adopted - ”
mr. satterthwaite interrupted.
“surely the means present an equal difficulty. there was no poison found in any of the wine, and the food was eaten by everybody.”
“no, no, it is quite different. in the first case it does not seem as though anybody could have poisoned stephen babbington. sir charles, if he had wanted to, could have poisoned one of his guests, but not any particular guest. temple might possibly have slipped something into the last glass on the tray - but mr. babbington’s was not the last glass. no, the murder of mr. babbington seems so impossible that i still feel that perhaps it is
impossible - that he died a natural death after all ... but that we shall soon know. the second case is different. any one of the guests present, or the butler or parlourmaid, could have poisoned bartholomew strange. that presents no difficulty whatever.”
“i don’t see - ” began mr. satterthwaite.
poirot went on:
“i will prove that to you some time by a little experiment. let us pass on to another and most important matter. it is vital, you see (and you will see, i am sure, you have the sympathetic heart and the delicate understanding), that i must not play the part of what you call the spoilsport.”
“you mean - ” began mr. satterthwaite with the beginning of a smile.
“that sir charles must have the star part! he is used to it. and, moreover, it is expected of him by someone else. am i not right? it does not please mademoiselle at all that i come to concern myself in this matter.”
“you are what we call ‘quick in the uptake,’ m. poirot.”
“ah, that, it leaps to the eye! i am of a very ⁶ nature - i wish to assist a love affair - not to hinder it. you and i, my friend, must work together in this - to the honour and glory of charles cartwright; it is not so? when the case is solved - ”
“if - ” said mr. satterthwaite mildly.
“when! i do not permit myself to fail.”
“never?” asked mr. satterthwaite searchingly.
“there have been times,” said poirot with dignity, “when for a short time, i have been what i suppose you would call slow in the take-up. i have not perceived the truth as soon as i might have done.”
“but you’re never failed altogether?”
the ⁷ of mr. satterthwaite was curiosity, pure and simple. he wondered ...
“eh bien,” said poirot. “once. long ago, in belgium. we will not talk of it ... ”
mr. satterthwaite, his curiosity (and his malice) satisfied, hastened to change the subject.
“just so. you were saying that when the case is solved - ”
“sir charles will have solved it. that is essential. i shall have been a little cog in the wheel, he spread out his hands. now and then, here and there, i shall say a little word - just one little word - a hint, no more. i desire no honour - no ⁸. i have all the renown i need.”
mr. satterthwaite studied him with interest. he was amused by the na?ve ⁹, the immense egoism of the little man. but he did not make the easy mistake of considering it ¹⁰ empty boasting. an englishman is usually modest about what he does well, sometimes pleased with himself over something he does badly; but a latin has a truer ¹¹ of his own powers. if he is clever he sees no reason for ¹² the fact.
“i should like to know,” said mr. satterthwaite, “it would interest me very much - just what do you yourself hope to get out of this business? is it the excitement of the chase?”
poirot shook his head.
“no - no - it is not that. like the chien de chasse, i follow the ¹³, and i get excited, and once on the scent i cannot be called off it. all that is true. but there is more ... it is - how shall i put it? - a passion for getting at the truth. in all the world there is nothing so curious and so interesting and so beautiful as truth ... ”
there was silence for a little while after poirot’s words.
then he took up the paper on which mr. satterthwaite had carefully copied out the seven names, and read them aloud.
“mrs. dacres, captain dacres, miss wills, miss sutcliffe, lady mary lytton ¹⁴, miss lytton gore, oliver manders.”
“yes,” he said, “suggestive, is it not?”
“what is suggestive about it?”
“the order in which the names occur.”
“i don’t think there is anything suggestive about it. we just wrote the names down without any particular order about it.”
“exactly. the list is headed by mrs. dacres. i deduce from that that she is considered the most likely person to have committed the crime.”
“not the most likely,” said mr. satterthwaite. “the least unlikely would express it better.”
“and a third phrase would express it better still. she is perhaps the person you would all prefer to have committed the crime.”
mr. satterthwaite opened his lips ¹⁵, then met the gentle quizzical gaze of poirot’s shining green eyes, and altered what he had been about to say.
“i wonder - perhaps, m. poirot, you are right - unconsciously that may be true.”
“i would like to ask you something, mr. satterthwaite.”
“certainly - certainly,” mr. satterthwaite answered ¹⁶.
“from what you have told me, i gather that sir charles and miss lytton gore went together to interview mrs. babbington.”
“yes.”
“you did not accompany them?”
“no. three would have been rather a crowd.”
poirot smiled.
“and also, perhaps, your ¹⁷ led you elsewhere. you had, as they say, different fish to fry. where did you go, mr. satterthwaite?”
“i had tea with lady mary lytton gore,” said mr. satterthwaite stiffly.
“and what did you talk about?”
“she was so good as to ¹⁸ in me some of the troubles of her early married life.”
he repeated the substances of lady mary’s story. poirot nodded his head sympathetically.
“that is so true to life - the idealistic young girl who marries the bad hat and will listen to nobody. but did you talk of nothing else? did you, for instance, not speak of mr. oliver manders?”
“as a matter of fact we did.”
“and you leant about him - what?”
mr. satterthwaite repeated what lady mary had told him. then he said:
“what made you think we had talked of him?”
“because you went there for that reason. oh, yes, do not protest. you may hope that mrs. dacres or her husband committed the crime, but you think that young manders did.”
he stilled mr. satterthwaite’s protests.
“yes, yes, you have the secretive nature. you have your ideas, but you like keeping them to yourself. i have sympathy with you. i do the same myself ... ”
“i don’t suspect him - that’s absurd. but i just want to know more about him.”
“that is as i say. he is your ¹⁹ choice. i, too, am interested in that young man. i was interested in him on the night of the dinner here, because i saw - ”
“what did you see?” asked mr. satterthwaite eagerly.
“i saw that there were two people at least (perhaps more) who were playing a part. one was sir charles.” he smiled. “he was playing the ²⁰ officer, am i not right? that is quite natural. a great actor does not cease to act because he is not on the stage any more. but young manders, he too was ²¹. he was playing the part of the bored and blasé young man - but in reality he was neither bored nor blasé - he was very keenly alive. and therefore, my friend, i noticed him.”
“how did you know i’d been wondering about him?”
“in many little ways. you have been interested in that accident of his that brought him to melfort abbey that night. you had not gone with sir charles and miss lytton gore to see mrs. babbington. why? because you wanted to follow out some line of your own unobserved. you went to lady mary’s to find out about someone. who? it could only be someone local. oliver manders. and then, most characteristic, you put his name at the bottom of the list. who are really the least likely suspects in you mind - lady mary and mademoiselle egg - but you put his name after theirs, because he is your dark horse, and you want to keep him to yourself.”
“dear me,” said mr. satterthwaite. “am i really that kind of man?”
“précisément. you have shrewd ²² and observation, and you like keeping its results to yourself. your opinions of people are your private collection. you do not display them for all the world to see.”
“i believe,” began mr. satterthwaite, but he was interrupted by the return of sir charles.
the actor came in with a springing buoyant step.
“brrr,” he said. “it’s a wild night.”
he poured himself out a whisky and ²³.
mr. satterthwaite and poirot both declined.
“well,” said sir charles, “let’s map out our plan of campaign. where’s that list, satterthwaite? an, thanks. now m. poirot, counsel’s opinion, if you please. how shall we divide up the spadework?”
“how would you suggest yourself, sir charles?”
“well, we might divide these people up - division of labour - eh?
first, there’s mrs. dacres. egg seems rather keen to take her on. she seems to think that anyone so ²⁴ turned out won’t get ²⁵ treatment from mere males. it seems quite a good idea to approach her through the professional side. satterthwaite and i might work the other gambit as well if it seemed advisable. then there’s dacres. i know some of his ^{26 27}. i daresay i could pick up something that way. then there’s angela sutcliffe.”
“that also seems to be your work, cartwright,” said mr. satterthwaite. “you know her pretty well, don’t you?”
“yes. that’s why i’d rather somebody else tackled her ... firstly,” he smiled ruefully, “i shall be accused of not putting my back into the job, and ²⁸ - well - she’s a friend - you understand?”
“parfaitement, parfaitement -you feel the natural ²⁹. it is most understandable. this good mr. satterthwaite - he will replace you in the task.”
“lady mary and egg - they don’t count, of course. what about young manders? his presence on the night of tollie’s death was an accident; still, i suppose we ought to include him.”
“mr. satterthwaite will look after young manders, said poirot. but i think, sir charles, you have missed out a name on your list. you have passed over miss muriel wills.”
“so i have. well, if satterthwaite takes on manders, i’ll take on miss wills. is that settled? any suggestions, m. poirot?”
“no, no - i do not think so. i shall be interested to hear your results.”
“of course - that goes without saying. another idea: if we ³⁰ photographs of these people we might use them in making ³¹ in gilling.”
“excellent,” approved poirot. “there was something - ah, yes, your friend, sir bartholomew, he did not drink ³², but he did drink the port?”
“yes, he had a particular weakness for port.”
“it seems odd to me that he did not taste anything unusual. pure ³³ has a most ³⁴ and unpleasant taste.”
“you’ve got to remember,” said sir charles, “that there probably wasn’t any nicotine in the port. the contents of the glass were analysed, remember.”
“ah, yes - foolish of me. but, however it was administered - nicotine has a very disagreeable taste.”
“i don’t know that that would matter,” said sir charles slowly.
“tollie had a very bad go of ³⁵ last spring, and it left him with his sense of taste and smell a good deal ³⁶.”
“ah, yes,” said poirot thoughtfully. “that might account for it. that simplifies things ³⁷.”
sir charles went to the window and looked out.
“still blowing a ³⁸. i’ll send for your things, m. poirot. the rose and crown is all very well for enthusiastic artists, but i think you’d prefer proper ³⁹ and a comfortable bed.”
“you are extremely ⁴⁰, sir charles.”
“not at all. i’ll see to it now.”
he left the room.
poirot looked at mr. satterthwaite.
“if i may permit myself a suggestion.”
poirot leaned forward, and said in a low voice:
“ask young manders why he faked an accident. tell him the police suspect him - and see what he says.”

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