Sad Cypress. Агата Кристи
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Название: Sad Cypress

Автор: Агата Кристи

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9780007422760

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СКАЧАТЬ It’s the only civilized thing to do. You put animals out of their pain. I suppose you don’t do it with human beings simply because, human nature being what it is, people would get shoved off for their money by their fond relations—perhaps when they weren’t really bad at all.’

      Elinor said thoughtfully:

      ‘It would be in the doctors’ hands, of course.’

      ‘A doctor might be a crook.’

      ‘You could trust a man like Dr Lord.’

      Roddy said carelessly:

      ‘Yes, he seems straightforward enough. Nice fellow.’

      Dr Lord was leaning over the bed. Nurse O’Brien hovered behind him. He was trying, his forehead puckered, to understand the slurred sounds coming from his patient’s mouth.

      He said:

      ‘Yes, yes. Now, don’t get excited. Take plenty of time. Just raise this right hand a little when you mean yes. There’s something you’re worried about?’

      He received the affirmatory sign.

      ‘Something urgent? Yes. Something you want done? Someone sent for? Miss Carlisle? And Mr Welman? They’re on their way.’

      Again Mrs Welman tried incoherently to speak. Dr Lord listened attentively.

      ‘You wanted them to come, but it’s not that? Someone else? A relation? No? Some business matter? I see. Something to do with money? Lawyer? That’s right, isn’t it? You want to see your lawyer? Want to give him instructions about something?

      ‘Now, now—that’s all right. Keep calm. Plenty of time. What’s that you’re saying—Elinor?’ He caught the garbled name. ‘She knows what lawyer? And she will arrange with him? Good. She’ll be here in about half an hour. I’ll tell her what you want and I’ll come up with her and we’ll get it all straight. Now, don’t worry any more. Leave it all to me. I’ll see that things are arranged the way you want them to be.’

      He stood a moment watching her relax, then he moved quietly away and went out on the landing. Nurse O’Brien followed him. Nurse Hopkins was just coming up the stairs. He nodded to her. She said breathlessly:

      ‘Good evening, Doctor.’

      ‘Good evening, Nurse.’

      He went with the two of them into Nurse O’Brien’s room next door and gave them their instructions. Nurse Hopkins would remain on overnight and take charge with Nurse O’Brien.

      ‘Tomorrow I’ll have to get hold of a second resident nurse. Awkward, this diphtheria epidemic over at Stamford. The nursing homes there are working short-handed as it is.’

      Then, having given his orders, which were listened to with reverent attention (which sometimes tickled him), Dr Lord went downstairs, ready to receive the niece and nephew who, his watch told him, were due to arrive at any minute now.

      In the hall he encountered Mary Gerrard. Her face was pale and anxious. She asked:

      ‘Is she better?’

      Dr Lord said:

      ‘I can ensure her a peaceful night—that’s about all that can be done.’

      Mary said brokenly:

      ‘It seems so cruel—so unfair—’

      He nodded sympathetically enough.

      ‘Yes, it does seem like that sometimes. I believe—’

      He broke off.

      ‘That’s the car.’

      He went out into the hall. Mary ran upstairs.

      Elinor exclaimed as she came into the drawing-room:

      ‘Is she very bad?’

      Roddy was looking pale and apprehensive.

      The doctor said gravely:

      ‘I’m afraid it will be rather a shock to you. She’s badly paralysed. Her speech is almost unrecognizable. By the way, she’s definitely worried about something. It’s to do with sending for her lawyer. You know who he is, Miss Carlisle?’

      Elinor said quickly:

      ‘Mr Seddon—of Bloomsbury Square. But he wouldn’t be there at this time of the evening, and I don’t know his home address.’

      Dr Lord said reassuringly:

      ‘Tomorrow will be in plenty of time. But I’m anxious to set Mrs Welman’s mind at rest as soon as possible. If you will come up with me now, Miss Carlisle, I think together we shall be able to reassure her.’

      ‘Of course. I will come up at once.’

      Roddy said hopefully:

      ‘You don’t want me?’

      He felt faintly ashamed of himself, but he had a nervous dread of going up to the sick-room, of seeing Aunt Laura lying there inarticulate and helpless.

      Dr Lord reassured him promptly.

      ‘Not the least need, Mr Welman. Better not to have too many people in the room.’

      Roddy’s relief showed plainly.

      Dr Lord and Elinor went upstairs. Nurse O’Brien was with the patient.

      Laura Welman, breathing deeply and stertorously, lay as though in a stupor. Elinor stood looking down on her, shocked by the drawn, twisted face.

      Suddenly Mrs Welman’s right eyelid quivered and opened. A faint change came over her face as she recognized Elinor.

      She tried to speak.

      ‘Elinor…’ The word would have been meaningless to anyone who had not guessed at what she wanted to say.

      Elinor said quickly:

      ‘I’m here, Aunt Laura. You’re worried about something? You want me to send for Mr Seddon?’

      Another of those hoarse raucous sounds. Elinor guessed at the meaning. She said:

      ‘Mary Gerrard?’

      Slowly the right hand moved shakily in assent.

      A long burble of sound came from the sick woman’s lips. Dr Lord and Elinor frowned helplessly. Again and again it came. Then Elinor got a word.

      ‘Provision? You want to make provision for her in your will? You want her to have some money? I see, dear Aunt Laura. That will be quite simple. Mr Seddon will come down tomorrow and everything shall be arranged exactly as you wish.’

      The sufferer seemed relieved. The look of distress faded from that appealing eye. Elinor СКАЧАТЬ