Appointment with Death. Агата Кристи

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      He answered mildly: ‘That’s not true. She’s got a remarkably good head for business.’

      ‘Perhaps—yes.’

      ‘And you must realize, Nadine, she can’t live for ever. She’s getting old and she’s in very bad health. At her death my father’s money is divided equally among us share and share alike. You remember, she read us the will?’

      ‘When she dies,’ said Nadine, ‘it may be too late.’

      ‘Too late?’

      ‘Too late for happiness.’

      Lennox murmured: ‘Too late for happiness.’ He shivered suddenly. Nadine went closer to him. She put her hand on his shoulder.

      ‘Lennox, I love you. It’s a battle between me and your mother. Are you going to be on her side or mine?’

      ‘On yours—on yours!’

      ‘Then do what I ask.’

      ‘It’s impossible!’

      ‘No, it’s not impossible. Think, Lennox, we could have children…’

      ‘Mother wants us to have children. She has said so.’

      ‘I know, but I won’t bring children into the world to live in the shadow you have all been brought up in. Your mother can influence you, but she’s no power over me.’

      Lennox murmured: ‘You make her angry sometimes, Nadine; it isn’t wise.’

      ‘She is only angry because she knows that she can’t influence my mind or dictate my thoughts!’

      ‘I know you are always polite and gentle with her. You’re wonderful. You’re too good for me. You always have been. When you said you would marry me it was like an unbelievable dream.’

      Nadine said quietly: ‘I was wrong to marry you.’

      Lennox said hopelessly: ‘Yes, you were wrong.’

      ‘You don’t understand. What I mean is that if I had gone away then and asked you to follow me you would have done so. Yes, I really believe you would…I was not clever enough then to understand your mother and what she wanted.’

      She paused, then she said: ‘You refuse to come away? Well, I can’t make you. But I am free to go! I think—I think I shall go…’

      He stared up at her incredulously. For the first time his reply came quickly, as though at last the sluggish current of his thoughts was accelerated. He stammered: ‘But—but—you can’t do that. Mother—Mother would never hear of it.’

      ‘She couldn’t stop me.’

      ‘You’ve no money.’

      ‘I could make, borrow, beg or steal it. Understand, Lennox, your mother has no power over me! I can go or stay at my will. I am beginning to feel that I have borne this life long enough.’

      ‘Nadine—don’t leave me—don’t leave me…’

      She looked at him thoughtfully—quietly—with an inscrutable expression.

      ‘Don’t leave me, Nadine.’

      He spoke like a child. She turned her head away, so that he should not see the sudden pain in her eyes.

      She knelt down beside him.

      ‘Then come with me. Come with me! You can. Indeed you can if you only will!’

      He shrank back from her.

      ‘I can’t. I can’t, I tell you. I haven’t—God help me—I haven’t the courage…’

       Chapter 9

      Dr Gerard walked into the office of Messrs Castle, the tourist agents, and found Sarah King at the counter.

      She looked up.

      ‘Oh, good morning. I’m fixing up my tour to Petra. I’ve just heard you are going after all.’

      ‘Yes, I find I can just manage it.’

      ‘How nice.’

      ‘Shall we be a large party, I wonder?’

      ‘They say just two other women—and you and me. One car load.’

      ‘That will be delightful,’ said Gerard, with a little bow. Then he, in turn, attended to his business.

      Presently, holding his mail in his hands, he joined Sarah as she stepped out of the office. It was a crisp, sunny day, with a slight cold tang in the air.

      ‘What news of our friends, the Boyntons?’ asked Dr Gerard. ‘I have been to Bethlehem and Nazareth and other places—a tour of three days.’

      Slowly and rather unwillingly, Sarah narrated her abortive efforts to establish contact.

      ‘Anyhow, I failed,’ she finished. ‘And they’re leaving today.’

      ‘Where are they going?’

      ‘I’ve no idea.’

      She went on vexedly: ‘I feel, you know, that I’ve made rather a fool of myself!’

      ‘In what way?’

      ‘Interfering in other people’s business.’

      Gerard shrugged his shoulders.

      ‘That is a matter of opinion.’

      ‘You mean whether one should interfere or not?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Do you?’

      The Frenchman looked amused.

      ‘You mean, is it my habit to concern myself with other people’s affairs? I will say to you frankly: No.’

      ‘Then you think I’m wrong to have tried butting in?’

      ‘No, no, you misunderstand me.’ Gerard spoke quickly and energetically. ‘It is, I think, a moot question. Should one, if one sees a wrong being done, attempt to put it right? One’s interference may do good—but it may do incalculable harm! It is impossible to lay down any ruling on the subject. Some people have a genius for interference—they do it well! Some people do it clumsily and had therefore better leave it alone! Then there is, too, the question of age. Young people have the courage of their ideals and convictions—their values are more theoretical than practical. They have not experienced, as yet, that fact contradicts theory! If you have a belief in yourself and in the rightness of what you are doing, you can often accomplish things СКАЧАТЬ