第 18 节
作者:天马行空      更新:2022-08-21 16:32      字数:9317
  possibility  of   a   will(a   document   almost   certain   to   contain   that   word)
  occurred   to   me   at   once。      This   possibility   was   confirmed   by   a   further
  circumstance。        In the general confusion; the boudoir had not been swept
  that morning; and near the desk were several traces of brown mould and
  earth。     The     weather     had   been    perfectly    fine   for  some     days;   and    no
  ordinary boots would have left such a heavy deposit。
  〃I strolled to the window; and saw at once that the begonia beds had
  been newly planted。          The mould in the beds was exactly similar to that on
  the   floor   of   the   boudoir;   and   also   I   learnt   from   you   that   they   had   been
  planted yesterday afternoon。            I was now sure that one; or possibly both of
  the    gardeners     for  there   were    two    sets  of   footprints    in  the  bedhad
  entered the boudoir; for if Mrs。 Inglethorp had merely wished to speak to
  them   she   would   in   all   probability   have   stood   at   the   window;   and   they
  would not have   come   into the   room  at   all。          I   was   now  quite   convinced
  that   she   had   made   a   fresh   will;   and   had   called   the   two   gardeners   in   to
  witness her signature。         Events proved that I was right in my supposition。〃
  〃That     was    very   ingenious;〃     I  could    not   help   admitting。      〃I   must
  confess that the conclusions I drew from those few scribbled words were
  quite erroneous。〃
  He smiled。
  〃You gave too much rein to your imagination。                   Imagination is a good
  servant; and a bad master。            The simplest explanation is always the most
  likely。〃
  〃Another pointhow did you know that the key of the despatch…case
  had been lost?〃
  〃I did not know it。        It was a guess that turned out to be correct。              You
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  observed   that   it   had   a   piece   of   twisted   wire   through   the   handle。 That
  suggested to me at once that it had possibly been wrenched off a flimsy
  key…ring。     Now; if it had been lost and recovered; Mrs。 Inglethorp would
  at once have replaced it on her bunch; but on her bunch I found what was
  obviously   the   duplicate   key;   very   new   and   bright;   which   led   me   to   the
  hypothesis that somebody else had inserted the original key in the lock of
  the despatch…case。〃
  〃Yes;〃 I said; 〃Alfred Inglethorp; without doubt。〃
  Poirot looked at me curiously。
  〃You are very sure of his guilt?〃
  〃Well; naturally。     Every fresh circumstance seems to establish it more
  clearly。〃
  〃On the contrary;〃 said Poirot quietly; 〃there are several points in his
  favour。〃
  〃Oh; come now!〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃I see only one。〃
  〃And that?〃
  〃That he was not in the house last night。〃
  〃 'Bad shot!' as you English say! You have chosen the one point that to
  my mind tells against him。〃
  〃How is that?〃
  〃Because if Mr。 Inglethorp knew that his wife would be poisoned last
  night; he would certainly have arranged to be away from the house。                    His
  excuse     was    an   obviously     trumped     up    one。    That     leaves    us  two
  possibilities: either he knew what was going to happen or he had a reason
  of his own for his absence。〃
  〃And that reason?〃 I asked sceptically。
  Poirot shrugged his shoulders。
  〃How      should    I  know?     Discreditable;     without    doubt。    This     Mr。
  Inglethorp; I should say; is somewhat of a scoundrelbut that does not of
  necessity make him a murderer。〃
  I shook my head; unconvinced。
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  〃We do not agree; eh?〃 said Poirot。           〃Well; let us leave it。      Time will
  show which of us is right。          Now let us turn to other aspects of the case。
  What   do   you   make   of   the   fact   that   all   the   doors   of   the   bedroom   were
  bolted on the inside?〃
  〃Well〃 I considered。        〃One must look at it logically。〃
  〃True。〃
  〃I should put   it this way。       The doors *WERE  boltedour own eyes
  have told us thatyet the presence of the candle grease on the floor; and
  the destruction of the will; prove that during the night some one entered
  the room。      You agree so far?〃
  〃Perfectly。     Put with admirable clearness。          Proceed。〃
  〃Well;〃 I said; encouraged; 〃as the person who entered did not do so by
  the window; nor by miraculous means; it follows that the door must have
  been opened from inside by Mrs。 Inglethorp herself。                That strengthens the
  conviction      that  the  person    in  question    was   her   husband。     She    would
  naturally open the door to her own husband。〃
  Poirot shook his head。
  〃Why   should   she?   She   had   bolted   the   door   leading   into   his   rooma
  most unusual proceeding on her partshe had had a most violent quarrel
  with   him   that   very   afternoon。     No;   he   was   the   last   person   she   would
  admit。〃
  〃But you agree with me that the door must have been opened by Mrs。
  Inglethorp herself?〃
  〃There is another possibility。        She may have forgotten to bolt the door
  into   the   passage   when   she   went   to   bed;   and   have   got   up   later;   towards
  morning; and bolted it then。〃
  〃Poirot; is that seriously your opinion?〃
  〃No; I   do not say  it is   so; but it   might be。      Now;  to turn to another
  feature;   what   do   you   make   of   the   scrap   of   conversation   you   overheard
  between Mrs。 Cavendish and her mother…in…law?〃
  〃I had forgotten that;〃 I said thoughtfully。           〃That is as enigmatical as
  ever。    It seems incredible that a woman like Mrs。 Cavendish; proud and
  reticent    to  the  last  degree;    should   interfere   so   violently   in  what    was
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  certainly not her affair。〃
  〃Precisely。     It was an astonishing thing for a woman of her breeding
  to do。〃
  〃It is certainly curious;〃 I agreed。         〃Still; it is unimportant; and need
  not be taken into account。〃
  A groan burst from Poirot。
  〃What have I always told you? Everything must be taken into account。
  If the fact will not fit the theorylet the theory go。〃
  〃Well; we shall see;〃 I said; nettled。
  〃Yes; we shall see。〃
  We had reached Leastways Cottage; and Poirot ushered me upstairs to
  his   own   room。     He   offered   me   one   of   the   tiny   Russian   cigarettes   he
  himself   occasionally   smoked。         I   was   amused   to   notice   that   he   stowed
  away      the   used   matches     most    carefully    in  a   little  china   pot。    My
  momentary annoyance vanished。
  Poirot had placed our two chairs in front of the open window which
  commanded a view of the village street。              The fresh air blew in warm and
  pleasant。     It was going to be a hot day。
  Suddenly   my   attention   was   arrested   by  a   weedy  looking   young   man
  rushing down the street at a great pace。            It was the expression on his face
  that was extraordinarya curious mingling of terror and agitation。
  〃Look; Poirot!〃 I said。
  He leant forward。
  〃Tiens!〃   he   said。   〃It   is   Mr。   Mace;   from   the   chemist's   shop。 He   is
  coming here。〃
  The   young   man   came   to   a   halt   before   Leastways   Cottage;   and;   after
  hesitating a moment; pounded vigorously at the door。
  〃A little minute;〃 cried Poirot from the window。             〃I come。〃
  Motioning   to   me   to   follow   him;   he   ran   swiftly   down   the   stairs   and
  opened the door。        Mr。 Mace began at once。
  〃Oh; Mr。 Poirot; I'm sorry for the inconvenience; but I heard that you'd
  just come back from the Hall?〃
  〃Yes; we have。〃
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  The    young     man    moistened     his  dry   lips。   His    face   was    working
  curiously。
  〃It's all over the village about old Mrs。 Inglethorp dying so suddenly。
  They do say〃 he lowered his voice cautiously 〃that it's poison?〃
  Poirot's face remained quite impassive。
  〃Only the doctors can tell us that; Mr。 Mace。〃
  〃Yes;   exactlyof   course〃   The   young   man   hesitated;   and   then   his
  agitation was too much for him。