Название: The World’s End: An Agatha Christie Short Story
Автор: Agatha Christie
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Классическая проза
isbn: 9780007560318
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The waiter waved his hand with a flourish to call attention to the view.
‘Ajaccio,’ he said solemnly. ‘Le plus beau port du monde!’
And he departed abruptly.
Looking out over the deep blue of the bay, with the snowy mountains beyond, Mr Satterthwaite was almost inclined to agree with him. He finished his coffee, and lying down on the bed, fell fast asleep.
At déjeuner the Duchess was in great spirits.
‘This is just what will be good for you, Satterthwaite,’ she said. ‘Get you out of all those dusty little old-maidish ways of yours.’ She swept a lorgnette round the room. ‘Upon my word, there’s Naomi Carlton Smith.’
She indicated a girl sitting by herself at a table in the window. A round-shouldered girl, who slouched as she sat. Her dress appeared to be made of some kind of brown sacking. She had black hair, untidily bobbed.
‘An artist?’ asked Mr Satterthwaite.
He was always good at placing people.
‘Quite right,’ said the Duchess. ‘Calls herself one anyway. I knew she was mooching around in some queer quarter of the globe. Poor as a church mouse, proud as Lucifer, and a bee in her bonnet like all the Carlton Smiths. Her mother was my first cousin.’
‘She’s one of the Knowlton lot then?’
The Duchess nodded.
‘Been her own worst enemy,’ she volunteered. ‘Clever girl too. Mixed herself up with a most undesirable young man. One of that Chelsea crowd. Wrote plays or poems or something unhealthy. Nobody took ’em, of course. Then he stole somebody’s jewels and got caught out. I forget what they gave him. Five years, I think. But you must remember? It was last winter.’
‘Last winter I was in Egypt,’ explained Mr Satterthwaite. ‘I had ’flu very badly the end of January, and the doctors insisted on Egypt afterwards. I missed a lot.’
His voice rang with a note of real regret.
‘That girl seems to me to be moping,’ said the Duchess, raising her lorgnette once more. ‘I can’t allow that.’
On her way out, she stopped by Miss Carlton Smith’s table and tapped the girl on the shoulder.
‘Well, Naomi, you don’t seem to remember me?’
Naomi rose rather unwillingly to her feet.
‘Yes, I do, Duchess. I saw you come in. I thought it was quite likely you mightn’t recognize me.’
She drawled the words lazily, with a complete indifference of manner.
‘When you’ve finished your lunch, come and talk to me on the terrace,’ ordered the Duchess.
‘Very well.’
Naomi yawned.
‘Shocking manners,’ said the Duchess, to Mr Satterthwaite, as she resumed her progress. ‘All the Carlton Smiths have.’
They had their coffee outside in the sunshine. They had been there about six minutes when Naomi Carlton Smith lounged out from the hotel and joined them. She let herself fall slackly on to a chair with her legs stretched out ungracefully in front of her.
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