Curtain: Poirot’s Last Case. Агата Кристи

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СКАЧАТЬ This third substance has a remarkable effect on the muscular system – without deleterious effects. It’s damned interesting. Unfortunately the pure alkaloid is very unstable. Still, I’m getting results. But what’s wanted is a lot more research out there on the spot. It’s work that ought to be done! Yes, by heck it is . . . I’d sell my soul to –’ He broke off abruptly. The grin came again. ‘Forgive the shop. I get too het up over these things!’

      ‘As you say,’ said Poirot placidly, ‘it would certainly make my profession much easier if I could test guilt and innocence so easily. Ah, if there were a substance that could do what is claimed for the Calabar bean.’

      Franklin said: ‘Ah, but your troubles wouldn’t end there. After all, what is guilt or innocence?’

      ‘I shouldn’t think there could be any doubt about that,’ I remarked.

      He turned to me. ‘What is evil? What is good? Ideas on them vary from century to century. What you would be testing would probably be a sense of guilt or a sense of innocence. In fact no value as a test at all.’

      ‘I don’t see how you make that out.’

      ‘My dear fellow, suppose a man thinks he has a divine right to kill a dictator or a money-lender or a pimp or whatever arouses his moral indignation. He commits what you consider a guilty deed – but what he considers is an innocent one. What is your poor ordeal bean to do about it?’

      ‘Surely,’ I said, ‘there must always be a feeling of guilt with murder?’

      ‘Lots of people I’d like to kill,’ said Dr Franklin cheerfully. ‘Don’t believe my conscience would keep me awake at night afterwards. It’s an idea of mine, you know, that about eighty per cent of the human race ought to be eliminated. We’d get on much better without them.’

      He got up and strolled away, whistling cheerfully to himself.

      I looked after him doubtfully. A low chuckle from Poirot recalled me.

      ‘You look, my friend, like one who has envisaged a nest of serpents. Let us hope that our friend the doctor does not practise what he preaches.’

      ‘Ah,’ I said. ‘But supposing he does?’

      II

      After some hesitations I decided that I ought to sound Judith on the subject of Allerton. I felt that I must know what her reactions were. She was, I knew, a level-headed girl, well able to take care of herself, and I did not think that she would really be taken in by the cheap attraction of a man like Allerton. I suppose, actually, that I tackled her on the subject because I wanted to be reassured on that point.

      Unfortunately, I did not get what I wanted . . . I went about it clumsily, I dare say. There is nothing that young people resent so much as advice from their elders. I tried to make my words quite careless and debonair. I suppose that I failed.

      Judith bristled at once.

      ‘What’s this?’ she said. ‘A paternal warning against the big bad wolf ?’

      ‘No, no, Judith, of course not.’

      ‘I gather you don’t like Major Allerton?’

      ‘Frankly, I don’t. Actually, I don’t suppose you do either.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘Well – er – he isn’t your type, is he?’

      ‘What do you consider is my type, Father?’

      Judith can always flurry me. I boggled rather badly. She stood looking at me, her mouth curving upwards in a slightly scornful smile.

      ‘Of course you don’t like him,’ she said. ‘I do. I think he’s very amusing.’

      ‘Oh, amusing – perhaps.’ I endeavoured to pass it off.

      Judith said deliberately: ‘He’s very attractive. Any woman would think so. Men, of course, wouldn’t see it.’

      ‘They certainly wouldn’t.’ I went on, rather clumsily: ‘You were out with him very late the other night –’

      I was not allowed to finish. The storm broke.

      ‘Really, Father, you’re being too idiotic. Don’t you realize that at my age I’m capable of managing my own affairs? You’ve no earthly right to control what I do or whom I choose to make a friend of. It’s this senseless interfering in their children’s lives that is so infuriating about fathers and mothers. I’m very fond of you – but I’m an adult woman and my life is my own. Don’t start making a Mr Barrett of yourself.’

      I was so hurt by this extremely unkind remark that I was quite incapable of replying, and Judith went quickly away.

      I was left with the dismayed feeling that I had done more harm than good.

      I was standing lost in my thoughts when I was roused by the voice of Mrs Franklin’s nurse exclaiming archly: ‘A penny for your thoughts, Captain Hastings!’

      I turned gladly to welcome the interruption.

      Nurse Craven was really a very good-looking young woman. Her manner was, perhaps, a little on the arch and sprightly side, but she was pleasant and intelligent.

      She had just come from establishing her patient in a sunny spot not far from the improvised laboratory.

      ‘Is Mrs Franklin interested in her husband’s work?’ I asked.

      Nurse Craven tossed her head contemptuously. ‘Oh, it’s a good deal too technical for her. She’s not at all a clever woman, you know, Captain Hastings.’

      ‘No, I suppose not.’

      ‘Dr Franklin’s work, of course, can only be appreciated by someone who knows something about medicine. He’s a very clever man indeed, you know. Brilliant. Poor man, I feel so sorry for him.’

      ‘Sorry for him?’

      ‘Yes. I’ve seen it happen so often. Marrying the wrong type of woman, I mean.’

      ‘You think she’s the wrong type for him?’

      ‘Well, don’t you? They’ve nothing at all in common.’

      ‘He seems very fond of her,’ I said. ‘Very attentive to her wishes and all that.’

      Nurse Craven laughed rather disagreeably. ‘She sees to that all right!’

      ‘You think she trades on her – on her ill health?’ I asked doubtfully.

      Nurse Craven laughed. ‘There isn’t much you could teach her about getting her own way. Whatever her ladyship wants happens. Some women are like that – clever as a barrelful of monkeys. If anyone opposes them they just lie back and shut their eyes and look ill and pathetic, or else they have a nerve storm – but Mrs Franklin’s the pathetic type. Doesn’t sleep all night and is all white and exhausted in the morning.’

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