Hallowe'en Party / Вечеринка на Хэллоуин. Книга для чтения на английском языке. Агата Кристи

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the victim is the cause of many a murder. How many people were there in the house at the time?’

      ‘You mean for the party and so on? Well, I suppose there were five or six women, some mothers, a school-teacher, a doctor’s wife, or sister, I think, a couple of middle-aged married people, the two boys of sixteen to eighteen, a girl of fifteen, two or three of eleven or twelve—well that sort of thing. About twenty-five or thirty in all, perhaps.’

      ‘Any strangers?’

      ‘They all knew each other, I think. Some better than others. I think the girls were mostly in the same school. There were a couple of women who had come in to help with the food and the supper and things like that. when the party ended, most of the mothers went home with their children. I stayed behind with Judith and a couple of others to help Rowena Drake, the woman who gave the party, to clear up a bit, so the cleaning women who came in the morning wouldn’t have so much mess to deal with. You know, there was a lot of flour about, and paper caps out of crackers[37] and different things. So we swept up a bit, and we got to the library last of all. And that’s when—when we found her. And then I remembered what she’d said.’

      ‘What who had said?’

      ‘Joyce.’

      ‘What did she say? We are coming to it now, are we not? We are coming to the reason why you are here?’

      ‘Yes. I thought it wouldn’t mean anything to—oh, to a doctor or the police or anyone, but I thought it might mean something to you.’

      ‘Eh bien,’ said Poirot, ‘tell me. Was this something Joyce said at the party?’

      ‘No—earlier in the day. That afternoon when we were fixing things up. It was after they’d talked about my writing murder stories and Joyce said “I saw a murder once” and her mother or somebody said “Don’t be silly, Joyce, saying things like that” and one of the older girls said “You’re just making it up” and Joyce said “I did. I saw it I tell you. I did. I saw someone do a murder,” but no one believed her. They just laughed and she got very angry.’

      ‘Did you believe her?’

      ‘No, of course not.’

      ‘I see,’ said Poirot, ‘yes, I see.’ He was silent for some moments, tapping a finger on the table. Then he said:

      ‘I wonder—she gave no details—no names?’

      ‘No. She went on boasting and shouting a bit and being angry because most of the other girls were laughing at her. The mothers, I think, and the older people, were rather cross with her. But the girls and the younger boys just laughed at her! They said things like “Go on, Joyce, when was this? Why did you never tell us about it?” And Joyce said, “I’d forgotten all about it, it was so long ago”.’

      ‘Aha! Did she say how long ago?’

      ‘Years ago,’ she said. ‘You know, in rather a would-be grown-up way[38].’

      ‘“Why didn’t you go and tell the police then?” one of the girls said. Ann, I think, or Beatrice. Rather a smug, superior girl.’

      ‘Aha, and what did she say to that ?’

      ‘She said: “Because I didn’t know at the time it was a murder”.’

      ‘A very interesting remark,’ said Poirot, sitting up rather straighter in his chair.

      ‘She’d got a bit mixed up by then, I think,’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘You know, trying to explain herself and getting angry because they were all teasing her.

      ‘They kept asking her why she hadn’t gone to the police, and she kept on saying “Because I didn’t know then that it was a murder. It wasn’t until afterwards that it came to me quite suddenly that that was what I had seen”.’

      ‘But nobody showed any signs of believing her—and you yourself did not believe her—but when you came across her dead you suddenly felt that she might have been speaking the truth?’

      ‘Yes, just that. I didn’t know what I ought to do, or what I could do. But then, later, I thought of you.’

      Poirot bowed his head gravely in acknowledgement. He was silent for a moment or two, then he said:

      ‘I must pose to you a serious question, and reflect before you answer it. Do you think that this girl had really seen a murder? Or do you think that she merely believed that she had seen a murder?’

      ‘The first, I think,’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘I didn’t at the time. I just thought that she was vaguely remembering something she had once seen and was working it up to make it sound important and exciting. She became very vehement, saying, “I did see it, I tell you. I did see it happen”.’

      ‘And so.’

      ‘And so I’ve come along to you,’ said Mrs Oliver, ‘because the only way her death makes sense is that there really was a murder and that she was a witness to it.’

      ‘That would involve certain things. It would involve that one of the people who were at the party committed the murder, and that that same person must also have been there earlier that day and have heard what Joyce said.’

      ‘You don’t think I’m just imagining things, do you?’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘Do you think that it is all just my very far-fetched imagination?’

      ‘A girl was murdered,’ said Poirot. ‘Murdered by someone who had strength enough to hold her head down in a bucket of water. Аn ugly murder and a murder that was committed with what we might call, no time to lose[39]. Somebody was threatened, and whoever it was struck as soon as it was humanly possible[40].’

      ‘Joyce could not have known who it was who did the murder she saw,’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘I mean she wouldn’t have said what she did if there was someone actually in the room who was concerned.’

      ‘No,’ said Poirot, ‘I think you are right there. She saw a murder, but she did not see the murderer’s face. We have to go beyond that.’

      ‘I don’t understand exactly what you mean.’

      ‘It could be that someone who was there earlier in the day and heard Joyce’s accusation knew about the murder, knew who committed the murder, perhaps was closely involved with that person. It may have been that someone thought he was the only person who knew what his wife had done, or his mother or his daughter or his son. Or it might have been a woman who knew what her husband or mother or daughter or son had done. Someone who thought that no one else knew. And then Joyce began talking…’

      ‘And so—’

      ‘Joyce had to die?’

      ‘Yes. What are you going to do?’

      ‘I have just remembered,’ said Hercule Poirot, ‘why the name of Woodleigh Common was familiar to me.’

      CHAPTER 5

      Hercule Poirot looked over the small gate which gave admission

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<p>37</p>

paper caps out of crackers – бумажные колпачки от хлопушек

<p>38</p>

in rather a would-be grown-up way —с претензией на взрослость

<p>39</p>

with … no time to lose – не теряя времени

<p>40</p>

Somebody was threatened, and whoever it was struck as soon as it was humanly possible – Кто-то почувствовал угрозу, и этот кто-то нанес удар настолько быстро, насколько это было в человеческих силах