The Seven Dials Mystery. Agatha Christie

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СКАЧАТЬ think I’ve killed a man. I ran over him. I brought him along in the car. He’s outside now. I–I was driving too fast, I suppose. I’ve always driven too fast.’

      The doctor cast a practised glance over her. He stepped over to a shelf and poured something into a glass. He brought it over to her.

      ‘Drink this down,’ he said, ‘and you’ll feel better. You’ve had a shock.’

      Bundle drank obediently and a tinge of colour came into her pallid face. The doctor nodded approvingly.

      ‘That’s right. Now I want you to sit quietly here. I’ll go out and attend to things. After I’ve made sure there’s nothing to be done for the poor fellow, I’ll come back and we’ll talk about it.’

      He was away some time. Bundle watched the clock on the mantelpiece. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour, twenty minutes–would he ever come?

      Then the door opened and Dr Cassell reappeared. He looked different–Bundle noticed that at once–grimmer and at the same time more alert. There was something else in his manner that she did not quite understand, a suggestion of repressed excitement.

      ‘Now then, young lady,’ he said. ‘Let’s have this out. You ran over this man, you say. Tell me just how the accident happened?’

      Bundle explained to the best of her ability. The doctor followed her narrative with keen attention.

      ‘Just so; the car didn’t pass over his body?’

      ‘No. In fact, I thought I’d missed him altogether.’

      ‘He was reeling, you say?’

      ‘Yes, I thought he was drunk.’

      ‘And he came from the hedge?’

      ‘There was a gate just there, I think. He must have come through the gate.’

      The doctor nodded, then he leaned back in his chair and removed his pince-nez.

      ‘I’ve no doubt at all,’ he said, ‘that you’re a very reckless driver, and that you’ll probably run over some poor fellow and do for him one of these days–but you haven’t done it this time.’

      ‘But–’

      ‘The car never touched him. This man was shot.’

      Chapter 6

      Seven Dials Again

      Bundle stared at him. And very slowly the world, which for the last three quarters of an hour had been upside down, shifted till it stood once more the right way up. It was quite two minutes before Bundle spoke, but when she did it was no longer the panic-stricken girl but the real Bundle, cool, efficient and logical.

      ‘How could he be shot?’ she said.

      ‘I don’t know how he could,’ said the doctor dryly. ‘But he was. He’s got a rifle bullet in him all right. He bled internally, that’s why you didn’t notice anything.’

      Bundle nodded.

      ‘The question is,’ the doctor continued, ‘who shot him? You saw nobody about?’

      Bundle shook her head.

      ‘It’s odd,’ said the doctor. ‘If it was an accident, you’d expect the fellow who did it would come running to the rescue–unless just possibly he didn’t know what he’d done.’

      ‘There was no one about,’ said Bundle. ‘On the road, that is.’

      ‘It seems to me,’ said the doctor, ‘that the poor lad must have been running–the bullet got him just as he passed through the gate and he came reeling on to the road in consequence. You didn’t hear a shot?’

      Bundle shook her head.

      ‘But I probably shouldn’t anyway,’ she said, ‘with the noise of the car.’

      ‘Just so. He didn’t say anything before he died?’

      ‘He muttered a few words.’

      ‘Nothing to throw light on the tragedy?’

      ‘No. He wanted something–I don’t know what–told to a friend of his. Oh! Yes, and he mentioned Seven Dials.’

      ‘H’m,’ said Doctor Cassell. ‘Not a likely neighbourhood for one of his class. Perhaps his assailant came from there. Well, we needn’t worry about that now. You can leave it in my hands. I’ll notify the police. You must, of course, leave your name and address, as the police are sure to want to question you. In fact, perhaps you’d better come round to the police station with me now. They might say I ought to have detained you.’

      They went together in Bundle’s car. The police inspector was a slow-speaking man. He was somewhat overawed by Bundle’s name and address when she gave it to him, and he took down her statement with great care.

      ‘Lads!’ he said. ‘That’s what it is. Lads practising! Cruel stupid, them young varmints are. Always loosing off at birds with no consideration for anyone as may be the other side of a hedge.’

      The doctor thought it a most unlikely solution, but he realized that the case would soon be in abler hands and it did not seem worth while to make objections.

      ‘Name of deceased?’ asked the sergeant, moistening his pencil.

      ‘He had a card-case on him. He appeared to have been a Mr Ronald Devereux, with an address in the Albany.’

      Bundle frowned. The name Ronald Devereux awoke some chord of remembrance. She was sure she had heard it before.

      It was not until she was half-way back to Chimneys in the car that it came to her. Of course! Ronny Devereux. Bill’s friend in the Foreign Office. He and Bill and–yes–Gerald Wade.

      As this last realization came to her, Bundle nearly went into the hedge. First Gerald Wade–then Ronny Devereux. Gerry Wade’s death might have been natural–the result of carelessness–but Ronny Devereux’s surely bore a more sinister interpretation.

      And then Bundle remembered something else. Seven Dials! When the dying man had said it, it had seemed vaguely familiar. Now she knew why. Gerald Wade had mentioned Seven Dials in that last letter of his written to his sister on the night before his death. And that again connected up with something else that escaped her.

      Thinking all these things over, Bundle had slowed down to such a sober pace that nobody would have recognized her. She drove the car round to the garage and went in search of her father.

      Lord Caterham was happily reading a catalogue of a forthcoming sale of rare editions and was immeasurably astonished to see Bundle.

      ‘Even you,’ he said, ‘can’t have been to London and back in this time.’

      ‘I haven’t been to London,’ said Bundle. ‘I ran over a man.’

      ‘What?’

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