Cards on the Table. Agatha Christie

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СКАЧАТЬ man. He remembered that Mrs Oliver had lost three pounds and seven shillings at bridge, and that she had been a cheerful loser.

      ‘You can all stay,’ he said, ‘as far as I’m concerned. But no interruptions, please (he looked at Mrs Oliver), and there mustn’t be a hint of what M. Poirot has just told us. That was Shaitana’s little secret, and to all intents and purposes it died with him. Understand?’

      ‘Perfectly,’ said Mrs Oliver.

      Battle strode to the door and called the constable who was on duty in the hall.

      ‘Go to the little smoking-room. You’ll find Anderson there with four guests. Ask Dr Roberts if he’ll be so good as to step this way.’

      ‘I should have kept him to the end,’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘In a book, I mean,’ she added apologetically.

      ‘Real life’s a bit different,’ said Battle.

      ‘I know,’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘Badly constructed.’

      Dr Roberts entered with the springiness of his step slightly subdued.

      ‘I say, Battle,’ he said. ‘This is the devil of a business! Excuse me, Mrs Oliver, but it is. Professionally speaking, I could hardly have believed it! To stab a man with three other people a few yards away.’ He shook his head. ‘Whew! I wouldn’t like to have done it!’ A slight smile twitched up the corners of his mouth. ‘What can I say or do to convince you that I didn’t do it?’

      ‘Well, there’s motive, Dr Roberts.’

      The doctor nodded his head emphatically.

      ‘That’s all clear. I hadn’t the shadow of a motive for doing away with poor Shaitana. I didn’t even know him very well. He amused me—he was such a fantastic fellow. Touch of the Oriental about him. Naturally, you’ll investigate my relations with him closely—I expect that. I’m not a fool. But you won’t find anything. I’d no reason for killing Shaitana, and I didn’t kill him.’

      Superintendent Battle nodded woodenly.

      ‘That’s all right, Dr Roberts. I’ve got to investigate as you know. You’re a sensible man. Now, can you tell me anything about the other three people?’

      ‘I’m afraid I don’t know very much. Despard and Miss Meredith I met for the first time tonight. I knew of Despard before—read his travel book, and a jolly good yarn it is.’

      ‘Did you know that he and Mr Shaitana were acquainted?’

      ‘No. Shaitana never mentioned him to me. As I say, I’d heard of him, but never met him. Miss Meredith I’ve never seen before. Mrs Lorrimer I know slightly.’

      ‘What do you know about her?’

      Roberts shrugged his shoulders.

      ‘She’s a widow. Moderately well off. Intelligent, well-bred woman—first-class bridge player. That’s where I’ve met her, as a matter of fact—playing bridge.’

      ‘And Mr Shaitana never mentioned her, either?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘H’m—that doesn’t help us much. Now, Dr Roberts, perhaps you’ll be so kind as to tax your memory carefully and tell me how often you yourself left your seat at the bridge table, and all you can remember about the movements of the others.’

      Dr Roberts took a few minutes to think.

      ‘It’s difficult,’ he said frankly. ‘I can remember my own movements, more or less. I got up three times—that is, on three occasions when I was dummy I left my seat and made myself useful. Once I went over and put wood on the fire. Once I brought drinks to the two ladies. Once I poured out a whisky and soda for myself.’

      ‘Can you remember the times?’

      ‘I could only say very roughly. We began to play about nine-thirty, I imagine. I should say it was about an hour later that I stoked the fire, quite a short time after that I fetched the drinks (next hand but one, I think), and perhaps half-past eleven when I got myself a whisky and soda—but those times are quite approximate. I couldn’t answer for their being correct.’

      ‘The table with the drinks was beyond Mr Shaitana’s chair?’

      ‘Yes. That’s to say, I passed quite near him three times.’

      ‘And each time, to the best of your belief, he was asleep?’

      ‘That’s what I thought the first time. The second time I didn’t even look at him. Third time I rather fancy the thought just passed through my mind: “How the beggar does sleep.” But I didn’t really look closely at him.’

      ‘Very good. Now, when did your fellow-players leave their seats?’

      Dr Roberts frowned.

      ‘Difficult—very difficult. Despard went and fetched an extra ash-tray, I think. And he went for a drink. That was before me, for I remember he asked me if I’d have one, and I said I wasn’t quite ready.’

      ‘And the ladies?’

      ‘Mrs Lorrimer went over to the fire once. Poked it, I think. I rather fancy she spoke to Shaitana, but I don’t know. I was playing a rather tricky no trump at the time.’

      ‘And Miss Meredith?’

      ‘She certainly left the table once. Came round and looked at my hand—I was her partner at the time. Then she looked at the other people’s hands, and then she wandered round the room. I don’t know what she was doing exactly. I wasn’t paying attention.’

      Superintendent Battle said thoughtfully:

      ‘As you were sitting at the bridge table, no one’s chair was directly facing the fireplace?’

      ‘No, sort of sideways on, and there was a big cabinet between—Chinese piece, very handsome. I can see, of course, that it would be perfectly possible to stab the old boy. After all, when you’re playing bridge, you’re playing bridge. You’re not looking round you, and noticing what is going on. The only person who’s likely to be doing that is dummy. And in this case—’

      ‘In this case, undoubtedly, dummy was the murderer,’ said Superintendent Battle.

      ‘All the same,’ said Dr Roberts, ‘it wanted nerve, you know. After all, who is to say that somebody won’t look up just at the critical moment?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Battle. ‘It was a big risk. The motive must have been a strong one. I wish we knew what it was,’ he added with unblushing mendacity.

      ‘You’ll find out, I expect,’ said Roberts. ‘You’ll go through his papers, and all that sort of thing. There will probably be a clue.’

      ‘We’ll hope so,’ said Superintendent Battle gloomily.

      He shot a keen glance at the other.

      ‘I wonder if you’d oblige me, Dr Roberts, by giving me a personal opinion—as СКАЧАТЬ