the mysterious affair at styles(斯代尔斯的怪事)-第27节
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〃Excellent。〃
〃But what does it mean？〃
〃Ah； that I will leave you to find out。 You have access to the facts。
Just say that to him； and see what he says。〃
〃Very wellbut it's all extremely mysterious。〃
We were running into Tadminster now； and Poirot directed the car to
the 〃Analytical Chemist。〃
Poirot hopped down briskly； and went inside。 In a few minutes he
was back again。
〃There；〃 he said。 〃That is all my business。〃
〃What were you doing there？〃 I asked； in lively curiosity。
〃I left something to be analysed。〃
〃Yes； but what？〃
〃The sample of coco I took from the saucepan in the bedroom。〃
〃But that has already been tested！〃 I cried； stupefied。 〃Dr。 Bauerstein
had it tested； and you yourself laughed at the possibility of there being
strychnine in it。〃
〃I know Dr。 Bauerstein had it tested；〃 replied Poirot quietly。
〃Well； then？〃
〃Well； I have a fancy for having it analysed again； that is all。〃
And not another word on the subject could I drag out of him。
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This proceeding of Poirot's； in respect of the coco； puzzled me
intensely。 I could see neither rhyme nor reason in it。 However； my
confidence in him； which at one time had rather waned； was fully restored
since his belief in Alfred Inglethorp's innocence had been so triumphantly
vindicated。
The funeral of Mrs。 Inglethorp took place the following day； and on
Monday； as I came down to a late breakfast； John drew me aside； and
informed me that Mr。 Inglethorp was leaving that morning； to take up his
quarters at the Stylites Arms until he should have completed his plans。
〃And really it's a great relief to think he's going； Hastings；〃 continued
my honest friend。 〃It was bad enough before； when we thought he'd done
it； but I'm hanged if it isn't worse now； when we all feel guilty for having
been so down on the fellow。 The fact is； we've treated him abominably。
Of course； things did look black against him。 I don't see how anyone
could blame us for jumping to the conclusions we did。 Still； there it is；
we were in the wrong； and now there's a beastly feeling that one ought to
make amends； which is difficult； when one doesn't like the fellow a bit
better than one did before。 The whole thing's damned awkward！ And I'm
thankful he's had the tact to take himself off。 It's a good thing Styles
wasn't the mater's to leave to him。 Couldn't bear to think of the fellow
fording it here。 He's welcome to her money。〃
〃You'll be able to keep up the place all right？〃 I asked。
〃Oh； yes。 There are the death duties； of course； but half my father's
money goes with the place； and Lawrence will stay with us for the present；
so there is his share as well。 We shall be pinched at first； of course；
because； as I once told you； I am in a bit of a hole financially myself。
Still； the Johnnies will wait now。〃
In the general relief at Inglethorp's approaching departure； we had the
most genial breakfast we had experienced since the tragedy。 Cynthia；
whose young spirits were naturally buoyant； was looking quite her pretty
self again； and we all； with the exception of Lawrence； who seemed
unalterably gloomy and nervous； were quietly cheerful； at the opening of a
new and hopeful future。
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The papers； of course； had been full of the tragedy。 Glaring headlines；
sandwiched biographies of every member of the household； subtle
innuendoes； the usual familiar tag about the police having a clue。
Nothing was spared us。 It was a slack time。 The war was momentarily
inactive； and the newspapers seized with avidity on this crime in
fashionable life： 〃The Mysterious Affair at Styles〃 was the topic of the
moment。
Naturally it was very annoying for the Cavendishes。 The house was
constantly besieged by reporters； who were consistently denied admission；
but who continued to haunt the village and the grounds； where they lay in
wait with cameras； for any unwary members of the household。 We all
lived in a blast of publicity。 The Scotland Yard men came and went；
examining； questioning； lynx…eyed and reserved of tongue。 Towards
what end they were working； we did not know。 Had they any clue； or
would the whole thing remain in the category of undiscovered crimes？
After breakfast； Dorcas came up to me rather mysteriously； and asked
if she might have a few words with me。
〃Certainly。 What is it； Dorcas？〃
〃Well； it's just this； sir。 You'll be seeing the Belgian gentleman to…day
perhaps？〃 I nodded。 〃Well； sir； you know how he asked me so particular
if the mistress； or anyone else； had a green dress？〃
〃Yes； yes。 You have found one？〃 My interest was aroused。
〃No； not that； sir。 But since then I've remembered what the young
gentlemen〃John and Lawrence were still the 〃young gentlemen〃 to
Dorcas〃call the 'dressing…up box。' It's up in the front attic； sir。 A great
chest； full of old clothes and fancy dresses； and what not。 And it came to
me sudden like that there might be a green dress amongst them。 So； if
you'd tell the Belgian gentleman〃
〃I will tell him； Dorcas；〃 I promised。
〃Thank you very much； sir。 A very nice gentleman he is； sir。 And
quite a different class from them two detectives from London； what goes
prying about； and asking questions。 I don't hold with foreigners as a rule；
but from what the newspapers say I make out as how these brave Belges
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isn't the ordinary run of foreigners； and certainly he's a most polite spoken
gentleman。〃
Dear old Dorcas！ As she stood there； with her honest face upturned to
mine； I thought what a fine specimen she was of the old…fashioned servant
that is so fast dying out。
I thought I might as well go down to the village at once； and look up
Poirot； but I met him half…way； coming up to the house； and at once gave
him Dorcas's message。
〃Ah； the brave Dorcas！ We will look at the chest； although but no
matterwe will examine it all the same。〃
We entered the house by one of the windows。 There was no one in
the hall； and we went straight up to the attic。
Sure enough； there was the chest； a fine old piece； all studded with
brass nails； and full to overflowing with every imaginable type of garment。
Poirot bundled everything out on the floor with scant ceremony。
There were one or two green fabrics of varying shades； but Poirot shook
his head over them all。 He seemed somewhat apathetic in the search； as
though he expected no great results from it。 Suddenly he gave an
exclamation。
〃What is it？〃
〃Look！〃
The chest was nearly empty； and there； reposing right at the bottom；
was a magnificent black beard。
〃Oho！〃 said Poirot。 〃Oho！〃 He turned it over in his hands； examining
it closely。 〃New；〃 he remarked。 〃Yes； quite new。〃
After a moment's hesitation； he replaced it in the chest； heaped all the
other things on top of it as before； and made his way briskly downstairs。
He went straight to the pantry； where we found Dorcas busily polishing
her silver。
Poirot wished her good morning with Gallic politeness； and went on：
〃We have been looking through that chest； Dorcas。 I am much
obliged to you for mentioning it。 There is； indeed； a fine collection there。
Are they often used； may I ask？〃
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〃Well； sir； not very often nowadays； though from time to time we do
