The Hound of Death. Агата Кристи
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Название: The Hound of Death
Автор: Агата Кристи
Издательство: HarperCollins
isbn: 9780007422401
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First published in Great Britain by Odhams Press 1933
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Contents
7. The Witness for the Prosecution
8. The Mystery of the Blue Jar
9. The Strange Case of Sir Arthur Carmichael
It was from William P. Ryan, American newspaper correspondent, that I first heard of the affair. I was dining with him in London on the eve of his return to New York and happened to mention that on the morrow I was going down to Folbridge.
He looked up and said sharply: ‘Folbridge, Cornwall?’
Now only about one person in a thousand knows that there is a Folbridge in Cornwall. They always take it for granted that the Folbridge, Hampshire, is meant. So Ryan’s knowledge aroused my curiosity.
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Do you know it?’
He merely replied that he was darned. He then asked if I happened to know a house called Trearne down there.
My interest increased.
‘Very well indeed. In fact, it’s to Trearne I’m going. It’s my sister’s house.’
‘Well,’ said William P. Ryan. ‘If that doesn’t beat the band!’
I suggested that he should cease making cryptic remarks and explain himself.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘To do that I shall have to go back to an experience of mine at the beginning of the war.’
I sighed. The events which I am relating took place in 1921. To be reminded of the war was the last thing any man wanted. We were, thank God, beginning to forget … Besides, William P. Ryan on his war experiences was apt, as I knew, to be unbelievably long-winded.
But there was no stopping him now.
‘At the start of the war, as I dare say you know, I was in Belgium for my paper—moving about some. Well, there’s a little village—I’ll call it X. A one horse place if there ever was one, but there’s quite a big convent there. Nuns in white what do you call ’em—I don’t know the name of the order. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Well, this little burgh was right in the way of the German advance. The Uhlans arrived—’
I shifted uneasily. William P. Ryan lifted a hand reassuringly.
‘It’s СКАЧАТЬ