蓝色特快上的秘密-蓝色列车之谜-蓝色列车(英文版)-第24部分

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u　happened　to　mention　that　you　had　once　mistaken　the　te　for　your　son…in…law。　That　told　me　that　they　were　of　the　same　height　and　build；　and　alike　in　colouring。　It　put　some　curious　ideas　in　my　head。　The　maid　had　only　been　with　your　daughter　a　short　time。　It　was　unlikely　that　she　would　know　Mr　Kettering　well　by　sight；　since　he　had　not　been　living　in　Curzon　Street；　also　the　man　was　careful　to　keep　his　face　turned　away。〃　

〃You　believe　he　…　murdered　her；〃　said　Van　Aldin　hoarsely。　

Poirot　raised　a　hand　quickly。　

〃No；　no；　I　did　not　say　that　…　but　it　is　a　possibility　…　a　very　strong　possibility。　He　was　in　a　tight　corner；　a　very　tight　corner；　threatened　with　ruin。　This　was　the　one　way　out。〃　

〃But　why　take　the　jewels？〃　

〃To　make　the　crime　appear　an　ordinary　one　mitted　by　train　robbers。　Otherwise　suspicion　might　have　fallen　on　him　straight　away。〃　

〃If　that　is　so；　what　has　he　done　with　the　rubies？〃　

〃That　remains　to　be　seen。　There　are　several　possibilities。　There　is　a　man　in　Nice　who　may　be　able　to　help；　the　man　I　pointed　out　at　the　tennis。〃　

He　rose　to　his　feet　and　Van　Aldin　rose　also　and　laid　his　hand　on　the　little　man's　shoulder。　

His　voice　when　he　spoke　was　harsh　with　emotion。　

〃Find　Ruth's　murderer　for　me；〃　he　said；　〃that　is　all　I　ask。〃　

Poirot　drew　himself　up。　

〃Leave　it　in　the　hands　of　Hercule　Poirot；〃　he　said　superbly；　〃have　no　fears。　I　will　discover　the　truth。〃　

He　brushed　a　speck　of　fluff　from　his　hat；　smiled　reassuringly　at　the　millionaire；　and　left　the　room。　Nevertheless；　as　he　went　down　the　stairs　some　of　the　confidence　faded　from　his　face。　

〃It　is　all　very　well；〃　he　murmured　to　himself；　〃but　there　are　difficulties。　Yes；　there　are　great　difficulties。〃　As　he　was　passing　out　of　the　hotel　he　came　to　a　sudden　halt。　A　car　had　drawn　up　in　front　of　the　door。　In　it　was　Katherine　Grey；　and　Derek　Kettering　was　standing　beside　it　talking　to　her　earnestly。　

A　minute　or　two　later　the　car　drove　off　and　Derek　remained　standing　on　the　pavement　looking　after　it。　The　expression　on　his　face　was　an　odd　one。　He　gave　a　sudden　impatient　gesture　of　the　shoulders；　sighed　deeply；　and　turned　to　find　Hercule　Poirot　standing　at　his　elbow。　In　spite　of　himself　he　started。　The　two　men　looked　at　each　other。　Poirot　steadily　and　unwaveringly　and　Derek　with　a　kind　of　light…hearted　defiance。　There　was　a　sneer　behind　the　easy　mockery　of　his　tone　when　he　spoke；　raising　his　eyebrows　slightly　as　he　did　so。　

〃Rather　a　dear；　isn't　she？〃　he　asked　easily。　

His　manner　was　perfectly　natural。　

〃Yes；〃　said　Poirot　thoughtfully；　〃that　describes　Mademoiselle　Katherine　very　well。　It　is　very　English；　that　phrase　there；　and　Mademoiselle　Katherine；　she　also　is　very　English。〃　

Derek　remained　perfectly　still　without　answering。　

〃And　yet　she　is　sympathique；　is　it　not　so？〃　

〃Yes；〃　said　Derek；　〃there　are　not　many　like　her。〃　

He　spoke　softly；　almost　as　though　to　himself。　Poirot　nodded　significantly。　Then　he　leant　towards　the　other　and　spoke　in　a　different　tone；　a　quiet；　grave　tone　that　was　new　to　Derek　Kettering。　

〃You　will　pardon　an　old　man；　Monsieur；　if　he　says　to　you　something　that　you　may　consider　impertinent。　There　is　one　of　your　English　proverbs　that　I　would　quote　to　you。　It　says　that　'it　is　well　to　be　off　with　the　old　love；　before　being　on　with　the　new。'〃　

Kettering　turned　on　him　angrily。　〃What　the　devil　do　you　mean？〃　

〃You　enrage　yourself　at　me；〃　said　Poirot　placidly。　〃I　expected　as　much。　As　to　what　I　mean　…　I　mean；　Monsieur；　that　there　is　a　second　car　with　a　lady　in　it。　If　you　turn　your　head　you　will　see　her。〃　

Derek　spun　around。　His　face　darkened　with　anger。　

〃Mirelle；　damn　her！〃　he　muttered。　〃I　will　soon　…〃　

Poirot　arrested　the　movement　he　was　about　to　make。　

〃Is　it　wise　what　you　are　about　to　do　there？〃　he　asked　warningly。　His　eyes　shone　brightly　with　a　green　light　in　them。　But　Derek　was　past　noticing　the　warning　signs。　In　his　manner　he　was　pletely　off　his　guard。　

〃I　have　broken　with　her　utterly；　and　she　knows　it；〃　cried　Derek　angrily。　

〃You　have　broken　with　her；　yes；　but　has　she　broken　with　you？〃　

Derek　gave　a　sudden　harsh　laugh。　

〃She　won't　break　with　two　million　pounds　if　she　can　help　it；〃　he　murmured　brutally；　〃trust　Mirelle　for　that。〃　

Poirot　raised　his　eyebrows。　

〃You　have　the　outlook　cynical；〃　he　murmured。　

〃Have　I？〃　There　was　no　mirth　in　his　sudden　wide　smile。　〃I　have　lived　in　the　world　long　enough；　M。　Poirot；　to　know　that　all　women　are　pretty　much　alike。〃　His　face　softened　suddenly。　〃All　save　one。〃　

He　met　Poirot's　gaze　defiantly。　A　look　of　alertness　crept　into　his　eyes；　then　faded　again。　〃That　one；〃　he　said；　and　jerked　his　head　in　the　direction　of　Cap　Martin。　

〃Ah！〃　said　Poirot。　

This　quiescence　was　well　calculated　to　provoke　the　impetuous　temperament　of　the　other。　

〃I　know　what　you　are　going　to　say；〃　said　Derek　rapidly；　〃the　kind　of　life　I　have　led；　the　fact　that　I　am　not　worthy　of　her。　You　will　say　that　I　have　no　right　to　think　even　of　such　a　thing。　You　will　say　that　it　is　not　a　case　of　giving　a　dog　a　bad　name　…　I　know　that　it　is　not　decent　to　be　speaking　like　this　with　my　wife　dead　only　a　few　days；　and　murdered　at　that。〃　

He　paused　for　breath；　and　Poirot　took　advantage　of　the　pause　to　remark　in　his　plaintive　tone。　

〃But；　indeed；　I　have　not　said　anything　at　all。〃　

〃But　you　will。〃　

〃Eh？〃　said　Poirot。　

〃You　will　say　that　I　have　no　earthly　chance　of　marrying　Katherine。〃　

〃No；〃　said　Poirot；　〃I　would　not　say　that。　Your　reputation　is　bad；　yes；　but　with　women　…　never　does　that　deter　them。　If　you　were　a　man　of　excellent　character；　of　strict　morality　who　had　done　nothing　that　he　should　not　do；　and　…　possibly　everything　that　he　should　do　…　eh　bien！　then　I　should　have　grave　doubts　of　your　success。　Moral　worth；　you　understand；　it　is　not　romantic。　It　is　appreciated；　however；　by　widows。〃　

Derek　Kettering　stared　at　him；　then　he　swung　round　on　his　heel　and　went　up　to　the　waiting　car。　

Poirot　looked　after　him　with　some　interest。　He　saw　the　lovely　vision　lean　out　of　the　car　and　speak。　

Derek　Kettering　did　not　stop。　He　lifted　his　hat　and　passed　straight　on。　

〃？a　y　est；〃　said　M。　Hercule　Poirot；　〃it　is　time；　I　think；　that　I　return　chez　moi。〃　

He　found　the　imperturbable　George　pressing　trousers。　

〃A　pleasant　day；　Georges；　somewhat　fatiguing；　but　not　without　interest；〃　he　said。　

George　received　these　remarks　in　his　usual　wooden　fashion。　

〃Indeed；　sir。〃　

〃The　personality　of　a　criminal；　Georges；　is　an　interesting　matter。　Many　murderers　are　men　of　great　personal　charm。〃　

〃I　always　heard；　sir；　that　Dr　Crippen　was　a　pleasant…spoken　gentleman。　And　yet　he　cut　up　his　wife　like　so　much　mincemeat。〃　

〃Your　instances　are　always　apt；　Georges。〃　

The　valet　did　not　reply；　and　at　that　moment　the　telephone　rang。　Poirot　took　up　the　receiver。　

〃'Allo　…　'allo　…　yes；　yes；　it　is　Hercule　Poirot　who　speaks。〃　

〃This　is　Knighton。　Will　you　hold　the　line　a　minute；　M。　Poirot？　Mr　Van　Aldin　would　like　to　speak　to　you。〃　

There　was　a　moment's　pause；　then　the　millionaire's　voice　came　through。　

〃Is　that　you；　M。　Poirot？　I　just　wanted　to　tell　you；　Mason　came　to　me　now　of　her　own　accord。　She　has　been　thinking　it　over；　and　she　says　that　she　is　almost　certain　that　the　man　at　Paris　was　Derek　Kettering。　There　was　something　familiar　about　him　at　the　time；　she　says；　but　at　the　minute　she　could　not　place　it。　She　seems　pretty　certain　now。〃　

〃Ah；〃　said　Poirot；　〃thank　you；　M。　Van　Aldin。　That　advances　us。〃　

He　replaced　the　receiver；　and　stood　for　a　minute　or　two　with　a　very　curious　smile　on　his　face。　George　had　to　speak　to　him　twice　before　obtaining　an　answer。　

〃Eh？〃　said　Poirot。　〃What　is　that　that　you　say　to　me？〃　

〃Are　you　lunching　here；　sir；　or　are　you　going　out？〃　

〃Neither；〃　said　Poirot；　〃I　shall　go　to　bed　and　take　a　tisane。　The　expected　has　happened；　and　when　the　expected　happens；　it　always　causes　me　emotion。〃

Chapter　25　

DEFIANCE

As　Derek　Kettering　passed　the　car；　Mirelle　leant　out。　

〃Dereek　…　I　must　speak　to　you　for　a　moment　…〃　

But；　lifting　his　hat；　Derek　passed　straight　on　without　stopping。　

When　he　got　back　to　his　hotel；　the　concierge　detached　himself　from　his　wooden　pen　and　accosted　him。　

〃A　gentleman　is　waiting　to　see　you；　Monsieur。〃　

〃Who　is　it？〃　asked　Derek。　

〃He　did　not　give　me　his　name；　Monsieur；　but　he　said　his　business　with　you　was　important；　and　that　he　would　wait。〃　

〃Where　is　he？〃　

〃In　the　little　salon；　Monsieur。　He　preferred　it　to　the　lounge　he　said；　as　being　more　private。〃　

Derek　nodded；　and　turned　his　steps　in　that　direction。　

The　small　salon　was　empty　except　for　the　visitor；　who　rose　and　bowed　with　easy　foreign　grace　as　Derek　entered。　As　it　chanced；　Derek　had　only　seen　the　te　de　la　Roche　once；　but　found　no　difficulty　in　recognizing　that　aristocratic　nobleman；　and　he　frowned　angrily。　Of　all　the　consummate　impertinence！　

〃The　te　de　la　Roche；　is　it　not？〃　he　said。　〃I　am　afraid　you　have　wasted　your　time　in　ing　here。〃　

〃I　hope　not；〃　said　the　te　agreeably。　

His　white　teeth　glittered。　

The　te's　charm　of　manner　was　usually　wasted　on　his　own　sex。　All　men；　without　exception；　disliked　him　heartily。　Derek　Kettering　was　already　conscious　of　a　distinct　longing　to　kick　the　Count　bodily　out　of　the　room。　It　was　only　the　realization　that　scandal　would　be　unfortunate　just　at　present　that　restrained　him。　He　marveled　anew　that　Ruth　could　have　cared；　as　she　certainly　had；　for　this　fellow。　A　bounder；　and　worse　than　a　bounder。　He　looked　with　distaste　at　the　Count's　exquisitely　manicured　hands。　

〃I　called；〃　said　the　te；　〃on　a　little　matter　of　business。　It　would　be　advisable　I　think；　for　you　to　listen　to　me。〃　

Again　Derek　felt　strongly　tempted　to　kick　him　out；　but　again　he　refrained。　The　hint　of　a　threat　was　not　lost　upon　him；　but　he　interpreted　it　in　his　own　way。　There　were　various　reasons　why　it　would　be　better　to　hear　what　the　te　had　to　say。　

He　sat　down　and　drummed　impatiently　with　his　fingers　on　the　table。　

〃Well；〃　he　said　sharply；　〃what　is　it？〃　

It　was　not　the　te's　way　to　e　out　into　the　open　at　once。　

〃Allow　me；　Monsieur；　to　offer　you　my　condolences　on　your　recent　bereavement。〃　

〃If　I　have　any　impertinence　from　you；〃　said　Derek　quietly；　〃you　go　out　by　that　window。〃　

He　nodded　his　head　towards　the　window　beside　the　te；　and　the　latter　moved　uneasily。　

〃I　will　send　my　friends　to　you；　Monsieur；　if　that　is　what　you　desire；〃　he　said　haughtily。　

Derek　laughed。　

〃A　duel；　eh？　My　dear　Count；　I　don't　take　you　seriously　enough　for　that。　But　I　should　take　a　good　deal　of　pleasure　in　kicking　you　down　the　Promenade　des　Anglais。〃　

The　te　was　not　at　all　anxious　to　take　offence。　He　merely　raised　his　eyebrows　and　murmured：　

〃The　English　are　barbarians。〃　

〃Well；〃　said　Derek；　〃what　is　it　you　have　to　say　to　me？〃　

〃I　will　be　frank；〃　said　the　te；　〃I　will　e　immediately　to　the　point。　That　will　suit　us　both；　will　it　not？〃　

Again　he　smiled　in　his　agreeable　fashion。　

〃Go　on；〃　said　Derek　curtly。　

The　te　looked　at　the　ceiling；　joined　the　tips　of　his　fingers　together；　and　murmured　softly：　

〃You　have　e　into　a　lot　of　money；　Monsieur。〃　

〃What　the　devil　has　that　got　to　do　with　you？〃　

The　te　drew　himself　up。　

〃Monsieur；　my　name　is　tarnished！　I　am　suspected　…　accused　…　of　foul　cri