The Mystery of the Blue Train. Agatha Christie

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СКАЧАТЬ only that, his obligations can be bought up and pressure can be put upon him from that quarter. We have got him, Goby; we have got him in a cleft stick.’

      He hit the table a bang with his fist. His face was grim and triumphant.

      ‘The information,’ said Mr Goby in a thin voice, ‘seems satisfactory.’

      ‘I have got to go round to Curzon Street now,’ said the millionaire. ‘I am much obliged to you, Goby. You are the goods all right.’

      A pale smile of gratification showed itself on the little man’s face.

      ‘Thank you, Mr Van Aldin,’ he said; ‘I try to do my best.’

      Van Aldin did not go direct to Curzon Street. He went first to the City, where he had two interviews which added to his satisfaction. From there he took the tube to Down Street. As he was walking along Curzon Street, a figure came out of No. 160, and turned up the street towards him, so that they passed each other on the pavement. For a moment, the millionaire had fancied it might be Derek Kettering himself; the height and build were not unlike. But as they came face to face, he saw that the man was a stranger to him. At least—no, not a stranger; his face awoke some call of recognition in the millionaire’s mind, and it was associated definitely with something unpleasant. He cudgelled his brains in vain, but the thing eluded him. He went on, shaking his head irritably. He hated to be baffled.

      Ruth Kettering was clearly expecting him. She ran to him and kissed him when he entered.

      ‘Well, Dad, how are things going?’

      ‘Very well,’ said Van Aldin; ‘but I have got a word or two to say to you, Ruth.’

      Almost insensibly he felt the change in her; something shrewd and watchful replaced the impulsiveness of her greeting. She sat down in a big arm-chair.

      ‘Well, Dad?’ she asked. ‘What is it?’

      ‘I saw your husband this morning,’ said Van Aldin.

      ‘You saw Derek?’

      ‘I did. He said a lot of things, most of which were darned cheek. Just as he was leaving, he said something that I didn’t understand. He advised me to be sure that there was perfect frankness between father and daughter. What did he mean by that, Ruthie?’

      Mrs Kettering moved a little in her chair.

      ‘I—I don’t know, Dad. How should I?’

      ‘Of course you know,’ said Van Aldin. ‘He said something else, about his having his friends and not interfering with yours. What did he mean by that?’

      ‘I don’t know,’ said Ruth Kettering again.

      Van Aldin sat down. His mouth set itself in a grim line.

      ‘See here, Ruth. I am not going into this with my eyes closed. I am not at all sure that that husband of yours doesn’t mean to make trouble. Now, he can’t do it, I am sure of that. I have got the means to silence him, to shut his mouth for good and all, but I have got to know if there’s any need to use those means. What did he mean by your having your own friends?’

      Mrs Kettering shrugged her shoulders.

      ‘I have got lots of friends,’ she said uncertainly. ‘I don’t know what he meant, I am sure.’

      ‘You do,’ said Van Aldin.

      He was speaking now as he might have spoken to a business adversary.

      ‘I will put it plainer. Who is the man?’

      ‘What man?’

      ‘The man. That’s what Derek was driving at. Some special man who is a friend of yours. You needn’t worry, honey, I know there is nothing in it, but we have got to look at everything as it might appear to the Court. They can twist these things about a good deal, you know. I want to know who the man is, and just how friendly you have been with him.’

      Ruth didn’t answer. Her hands were kneading themselves together in intense nervous absorption.

      ‘Come, honey,’ said Van Aldin in a softer voice. ‘Don’t be afraid of your old Dad. I was not too harsh, was I, even that time in Paris?—By gosh!’

      He stopped, thunderstruck.

      ‘That’s who it was,’ he murmured to himself. ‘I thought I knew his face.’

      ‘What are you talking about, Dad? I don’t understand.’

      The millionaire strode across to her and took her firmly by the wrist.

      ‘See here, Ruth, have you been seeing that fellow again?’

      ‘What fellow?’

      ‘The one we had all that fuss about years ago. You know who I mean well enough.’

      ‘You mean’—she hesitated—‘you mean the Comte de la Roche?’

      ‘Comte de la Roche!’ snorted Van Aldin. ‘I told you at the time that the man was no better than a swindler. You had entangled yourself with him then very deeply, but I got you out of his clutches.’

      ‘Yes, you did,’ said Ruth bitterly. ‘And I married Derek Kettering.’

      ‘You wanted to,’ said the millionaire sharply.

      She shrugged her shoulders.

      ‘And now,’ said Van Aldin slowly, ‘you have been seeing him again—after all I told you. He has been in the house today. I met him outside, and couldn’t place him for the moment.’

      Ruth Kettering had recovered her composure.

      ‘I want to tell you one thing, Dad; you are wrong about Armand—the Comte de la Roche, I mean. Oh, I know there were several regrettable incidents in his youth—he has told me about them; but—well, he has cared for me always. It broke his heart when you parted us in Paris, and now—’

      She was interrupted by the snort of indignation her father gave.

      ‘So you fell for that stuff, did you? You, a daughter of mine! My God!’

      He threw up his hands.

      ‘That women can be such darned fools!’

       CHAPTER 6

       Mirelle

      Derek Kettering emerged from Van Aldin’s suite so precipitantly that he collided with a lady passing across the corridor. He apologized, and she accepted his apologies with a smiling reassurance and passed on, leaving with him a pleasant impression of a soothing personality and rather fine grey eyes.

      For all his nonchalance, his interview СКАЧАТЬ