Appointment with Death. Agatha Christie

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      ‘You like Jerusalem, yes?’ asked Dr Gerard after they had exchanged greetings.

      ‘It’s rather terrible in some ways,’ said Sarah, and added: ‘Religion is very odd!’

      The Frenchman looked amused.

      ‘I know what you mean.’ His English was very nearly perfect. ‘Every imaginable sect squabbling and fighting!’

      ‘And the awful things they’ve built, too!’ said Sarah.

      ‘Yes, indeed.’

      Sarah sighed.

      ‘They turned me out of one place today because I had on a sleeveless dress,’ she said ruefully. ‘Apparently the Almighty doesn’t like my arms in spite of having made them.’

      Dr Gerard laughed. Then he said: ‘I was about to order some coffee. You will join me, Miss—?’

      ‘King, my name is. Sarah King.’

      ‘And mine—permit me.’ He whipped out a card. Taking it, Sarah’s eyes widened in delighted awe.

      ‘Dr Theodore Gerard? Oh! I am excited to meet you. I’ve read all your works, of course. Your views on schizophrenia are frightfully interesting.’

      ‘Of course?’ Gerard’s eyebrows rose inquisitively.

      Sarah explained rather diffidently.

      ‘You see—I’m by way of being a doctor myself. Just got my M.B.’

      ‘Ah! I see.’

      Dr Gerard ordered coffee and they sat down in a corner of the lounge. The Frenchman was less interested in Sarah’s medical achievements than in the black hair that rippled back from her forehead and the beautifully shaped red mouth. He was amused at the obvious awe with which she regarded him.

      ‘You are staying here long?’ he asked conversationally.

      ‘A few days. That is all. Then I want to go to Petra.’

      ‘Aha! I, too, was thinking of going there if it does not take too long. You see, I have to be back in Paris on the fourteenth.’

      ‘It takes about a week, I believe. Two days to go, two days there and two days back again.’

      ‘I must go to the travel bureau in the morning and see what can be arranged.’

      A party of people entered the lounge and sat down. Sarah watched them with some interest. She lowered her voice.

      ‘Those people who have just come in, did you notice them on the train the other night? They left Cairo the same time as we did.’

      Dr Gerard screwed in an eyeglass and directed his glance across the room. ‘Americans?’

      Sarah nodded.

      ‘Yes. An American family. But—rather an unusual one, I think.’

      ‘Unusual? How unusual?’

      ‘Well, look at them. Especially at the old woman.’

      Dr Gerard complied. His keen professional glance flitted swiftly from face to face.

      He noticed first a tall rather loose-boned man—age about thirty. The face was pleasant but weak and his manner seemed oddly apathetic. Then there were two good-looking youngsters—the boy had almost a Greek head. ‘Something the matter with him, too,’ thought Dr Gerard. ‘Yes—a definite state of nervous tension.’ The girl was clearly his sister, a strong resemblance, and she also was in an excitable condition. There was another girl younger still—with golden-red hair that stood out like a halo; her hands were very restless, they were tearing and pulling at the handkerchief in her lap. Yet another woman, young, calm, dark-haired with a creamy pallor, a placid face not unlike a Luini Madonna. Nothing jumpy about her! And the centre of the group—‘Heavens!’ thought Dr Gerard, with a Frenchman’s candid repulsion. ‘What a horror of a woman!’ Old, swollen, bloated, sitting there immovable in the midst of them—a distorted old Buddha—a gross spider in the centre of a web!

      To Sarah he said: ‘La Maman, she is not beautiful, eh?’ And he shrugged his shoulders.

      ‘There’s something rather—sinister about her, don’t you think?’ asked Sarah.

      Dr Gerard scrutinized her again. This time his eye was professional, not aesthetic.

      ‘Dropsy—cardiac—’ he added a glib medical phrase.

      ‘Oh, yes, that!’ Sarah dismissed the medical side.

      ‘But there is something odd in their attitude to her, don’t you think?’

      ‘Who are they, do you know?’

      ‘Their name is Boynton. Mother, married son, his wife, one younger son and two younger daughters.’

      Dr Gerard murmured: ‘La famille Boynton sees the world.’

      ‘Yes, but there’s something odd about the way they’re seeing it. They never speak to anyone else. And none of them can do anything unless the old woman says so!’

      ‘She is of the matriarchal type,’ said Gerard thoughtfully.

      ‘She’s a complete tyrant, I think,’ said Sarah.

      Dr Gerard shrugged his shoulders and remarked that the American woman ruled the earth—that was well known.

      ‘Yes, but it’s more than just that.’ Sarah was persistent. ‘She’s—oh, she’s got them all so cowed—so positively under her thumb—that it’s—it’s indecent!’

      ‘To have too much power is bad for women,’ Gerard agreed with sudden gravity. He shook his head.

      ‘It is difficult for a woman not to abuse power.’

      He shot a quick sideways glance at Sarah. She was watching the Boynton family—or rather she was watching one particular member of it. Dr Gerard smiled a quick comprehending Gallic smile. Ah! So it was like that, was it?

      He murmured tentatively: ‘You have spoken with them—yes?’

      ‘Yes—at least with one of them.’

      ‘The young man—the younger son?’

      ‘Yes. On the train coming here from Kantara. He was standing in the corridor. I spoke to him.’

      There was no self-consciousness in her attitude to life. She was interested in humanity and was of a friendly though impatient disposition.

      ‘What made you speak to him?’ asked Gerard.

      Sarah shrugged her shoulders.

      ‘Why not? I often speak to people travelling. I’m interested in people—in what they do СКАЧАТЬ