The Essential W. Somerset Maugham Collection. W. Somerset Maugham

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СКАЧАТЬ If I can only account for a few more of those damned scoundrels before I die, I shouldn't think I had much to complain of.'

      Alec smiled, but did not answer. A silence fell upon them. Walker's words brought to Alec the recollection of what had caused the trouble which now threatened them, and his lips tightened. A dark frown settled between his eyes.

      'Well, I suppose I'd better go and get things straight,' said the doctor. 'I'll do what I can with those fellows and trust to Providence that they'll stand the jolting.'

      'What about Perkins?' asked Alec.

      'Lord knows! I'll try and keep him quiet with choral.'

      'You needn't say anything about our striking camp. I don't propose that anyone should know till a quarter of an hour before we start.'

      'But that won't give them time.'

      'I've trained them often enough to get on the march quickly,' answered Alec, with a curtness that allowed no rejoinder.

      The doctor turned to go, and at the same moment George Allerton appeared.

      XI

      George Allerton had changed since he left England. The flesh had fallen away from his bones, and his face was sallow. He had not stood the climate well. His expression had changed too, for there was a singular querulousness about his mouth, and his eyes were shifty and cunning. He had lost his good looks.

      'Can I come in?' he said.

      'Yes,' answered Alec, and then turning to the doctor: 'You might stay a moment, will you?'

      'Certainly.'

      Adamson stood where he was, with his back to the flap that closed the tent. Alec looked up quickly.

      'Didn't Selim tell you I wanted to speak to you?'

      'That's why I've come,' answered George.

      'You've taken your time about it.'

      'I say, could you give me a drink of brandy? I'm awfully done up.'

      'There's no brandy left,' answered Alec.

      'Hasn't the doctor got some?'

      'No.'

      There was a long pause. Adamson and Walker did not know what was the matter; but they saw that there was something serious. They had never seen Alec so cold, and the doctor, who knew him well, saw that he was very angry. Alec lifted his eyes again and looked at George slowly.

      'Do you know anything about the death of that Turkana woman?' he asked abruptly.

      George did not answer immediately.

      'No. How should I?' he said presently.

      'Come now, you must know something about it. Last Tuesday you came into camp and said the Turkana were very much excited.'

      'Oh, yes, I remember,' answered George, unwillingly

      'Well?'

      'I'm not very clear about it. The woman had been shot, hadn't she? One of the station boys had been playing the fool with her, and he seems to have shot her.'

      'Have you made no attempt to find out which of the station boys it was?'

      'I haven't had time,' said George, in a surly way. 'We've all been worked off our legs during the last three days.'

      'Do you suspect no one?'

      'I don't think so.'

      'Think a moment.'

      'The only man who might have done it is that big scoundrel we got on the coast, the Swahili beggar with one ear.'

      'What makes you think that?'

      'He's been making an awful nuisance of himself, and I know he's been running after the women.'

      Alec did not take his eyes off George. Walker saw what was coming and looked down at the ground.

      'You'll be surprised to hear that when the woman was found she wasn't dead.'

      George did not move, but his cheeks became if possible more haggard. He was horribly frightened.

      'She didn't die for nearly an hour.'

      There was a very short silence. It seemed to George that they must hear the furious beating of his heart.

      'Was she able to say anything?'

      'She said you'd shot her,'

      'What a damned lie!'

      'It appears that _you_ were--playing the fool with her. I don't know why you quarrelled. You took out your revolver and fired point blank.'

      George laughed.

      'It's just like these beastly niggers to tell a stupid lie like that. You wouldn't believe them rather than me, would you? After all, my word's worth more than theirs.'

      Alec quietly took from his pocket the case of an exploded cartridge. It could only have fitted a revolver.

      'This was found about two yards from the body and was brought to me this evening.'

      'I don't know what that proves.'

      'You know just as well as I do that none of the natives has a revolver. Beside ourselves only one or two of the servants have them.'

      George took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. His throat was horribly dry, and he could hardly breathe.

      'Will you give me your revolver,' said Alec, quietly.

      'I haven't got it. I lost it this afternoon when we made that sortie. I didn't tell you as I thought you'd get in a wax about it.'

      'I saw you cleaning it less than an hour ago,' said Alec, gravely.

      George shrugged his shoulders pettishly.

      'Perhaps it's in my tent. I'll go and see.'

      'Stop here,' said Alec sharply.

      'Look here, I'm not going to be ordered about like a dog. You've got no right to talk to me like that. I came out here of my own free will, and I won't let you treat me like a damned nigger.'

      'If you put your hand to your hip-pocket I think you'll find your revolver there.'

      'I'm not going to give it you,' said George, his СКАЧАТЬ