Miss Marple – Miss Marple and Mystery: The Complete Short Stories. Агата Кристи

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СКАЧАТЬ You took offence at my tone just now, but I can assure you that it really did strike me as very curious that such a well-balanced and perfectly normal young man as yourself should suffer from the delusion that he was going out of his mind.’

      ‘I’m out of my mind all right. Absolutely balmy.’

      ‘You will forgive me for saying so, but I don’t believe it.’

      ‘I suffer from delusions.’

      ‘After dinner?’

      ‘No, in the morning.’

      ‘Can’t be done,’ said the doctor, relighting his pipe which had gone out.

      ‘I tell you I hear things that no one else hears.’

      ‘One man in a thousand can see the moons of Jupiter. Because the other nine hundred and ninety nine can’t see them there’s no reason to doubt that the moons of Jupiter exist, and certainly no reason for calling the thousandth man a lunatic.’

      ‘The moons of Jupiter are a proved scientific fact.’

      ‘It’s quite possible that the delusions of today may be the proved scientific facts of tomorrow.’

      In spite of himself, Lavington’s matter-of-fact manner was having its effect upon Jack. He felt immeasurably soothed and cheered. The doctor looked at him attentively for a minute or two and then nodded.

      ‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘The trouble with you young fellows is that you’re so cocksure nothing can exist outside your own philosophy that you get the wind up when something occurs to jolt you out of that opinion. Let’s hear your grounds for believing that you’re going mad, and we’ll decide whether or not to lock you up afterwards.’

      As faithfully as he could, Jack narrated the whole series of occurrences.

      ‘But what I can’t understand,’ he ended, ‘is why this morning it should come at half past seven – five minutes late.’

      Lavington thought for a minute or two. Then –

      ‘What’s the time now by your watch?’ he asked.

      ‘Quarter to eight,’ replied Jack, consulting it.

      ‘That’s simple enough, then. Mine says twenty to eight. Your watch is five minutes fast. That’s a very interesting and important point – to me. In fact, it’s invaluable.’

      ‘In what way?’

      Jack was beginning to get interested.

      ‘Well, the obvious explanation is that on the first morning you did hear some such cry – may have been a joke, may not. On the following mornings, you suggestioned yourself to hear it at exactly the same time.’

      ‘I’m sure I didn’t.’

      ‘Not consciously, of course, but the subconscious plays us some funny tricks, you know. But anyway, that explanation won’t wash. If it was a case of suggestion, you would have heard the cry at twenty-five minutes past seven by your watch, and you could never have heard it when the time, as you thought, was past.’

      ‘Well, then?’

      ‘Well – it’s obvious, isn’t it? This cry for help occupies a perfectly definite place and time in space. The place is the vicinity of that cottage and the time is twenty-five minutes past seven.’

      ‘Yes, but why should I be the one to hear it? I don’t believe in ghosts and all that spook stuff – spirits rapping and all the rest of it. Why should I hear the damned thing?’

      ‘Ah! that we can’t tell at present. It’s a curious thing that many of the best mediums are made out of confirmed sceptics. It isn’t the people who are interested in occult phenomena who get the manifestations. Some people see and hear things that other people don’t – we don’t know why, and nine times out of ten they don’t want to see or hear them, and are convinced that they are suffering from delusions – just as you were. It’s like electricity. Some substances are good conductors, others are non-conductors, and for a long time we didn’t know why, and had to be content just to accept the fact. Nowadays we do know why. Some day, no doubt, we shall know why you hear this thing and I and the girl don’t. Everything’s governed by natural law, you know – there’s no such thing really as the supernatural. Finding out the laws that govern so called psychic phenomena is going to be a tough job – but every little helps.’

      ‘But what am I going to do?’ asked Jack.

      Lavington chuckled.

      ‘Practical, I see. Well, my young friend, you are going to have a good breakfast and get off to the city without worrying your head further about things you don’t understand. I, on the other hand, am going to poke about, and see what I can find out about that cottage back there. That’s where the mystery centres, I dare swear.’

      Jack rose to his feet.

      ‘Right, sir, I’m on, but, I say –’

      ‘Yes?’

      Jack flushed awkwardly.

      ‘I’m sure the girl’s all right,’ he muttered.

      Lavington looked amused.

      ‘You didn’t tell me she was a pretty girl! Well, cheer up, I think the mystery started before her time.’

      Jack arrived home that evening in a perfect fever of curiosity. He was by now pinning his faith blindly to Lavington. The doctor had accepted the matter so naturally, had been so matter-of-fact and unperturbed by it, that Jack was impressed.

      He found his new friend waiting for him in the hall when he came down for dinner, and the doctor suggested that they should dine together at the same table.

      ‘Any news, sir?’ asked Jack anxiously.

      ‘I’ve collected the life history of Heather Cottage all right. It was tenanted first by an old gardener and his wife. The old man died, and the old woman went to her daughter. Then a builder got hold of it, and modernized it with great success, selling it to a city gentleman who used it for weekends. About a year ago, he sold it to some people called Turner – Mr and Mrs Turner. They seem to have been rather a curious couple from all I can make out. He was an Englishman, his wife was popularly supposed to be partly Russian, and was a very handsome exotic-looking woman. They lived very quietly, seeing no one, and hardly ever going outside the cottage garden. The local rumour goes that they were afraid of something – but I don’t think we ought to rely on that.

      ‘And then suddenly one day they departed, cleared out one morning early, and never came back. The agents here got a letter from Mr Turner, written from London, instructing him to sell up the place as quickly as possible. The furniture was sold off, and the house itself was sold to a Mr Mauleverer. He only actually lived in it a fortnight – then he advertised it to be let furnished. The people who have it now are a consumptive French professor and his daughter. They have been there just ten days.’

      Jack digested this in silence.

      ‘I don’t see that that gets us any forrader,’ he said СКАЧАТЬ