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Tác giả: Agatha Christie
Thể loại: Trinh Thám
Biên tập: Yen
Language: English
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an we have a word with you, Mr. Kendal?”
“Of course.” Tim looked up from his desk. He pushed some papers aside and indicated chairs. His face was drawn and miserable. “How are you getting on? Got any forwarder? There seems to be a doom in this place. People are wanting to leave, you know, asking about air passages. Just when it seemed everything was being a success. Oh lord, you don't know what it means, this place, to me and to Molly. We staked everything on it.”
“It's very hard on you, I know,” said Inspector Weston. “Don't think that we don't sympathise.”
“If it all could be cleared up quickly,” said Tim. “This wretched girl Victoria- Oh! I oughtn't to talk about her like that. She was quite a good sort, Victoria was. But-but there must be some quite simple reason, some kind of intrigue, or love affair she had. Perhaps her husband-”
“Jim Ellis wasn't her husband, and they seemed a settled sort of couple.”
“If it could only be cleared up quickly,” said Tim again. “I'm sorry. You wanted to talk to me about something, ask me something.”
“Yes. It was about last night. According to medical evidence Victoria was killed some time between 10.30 P.M. and midnight. Alibis under the circumstances that prevail here, are not very easy to prove. People are moving about, dancing, walking away from the terrace, coming back. It's all very difficult.”
“I suppose so. But does that mean that you definitely consider Victoria was killed by one of the guests here?”
“Well, we have to examine that possibility, Mr. Kendal. What I want to ask you particularly about, is a statement made by one of your cooks.”
“Oh? Which one? What does he say?”
“He's a Cuban, I understand.”
“We've got two Cubans and a Puerto Rican.”
“This man Enrico states that your wife passed through the kitchen on her way from the dining room, and went out into the garden and that she was carrying a knife.”
Tim stared at him.
“Molly, carrying a knife? Well, why shouldn't she? I mean-why-you don't think-what are you trying to suggest?”
“I am talking of the time before people had come into the dining room. It would be, I suppose, some time about 8.30. You yourself were in the dining room talking to the head waiter, Fernando, I believe.”
“Yes.” Tim cast his mind back. “Yes, I remember.”
“And your wife came in from the terrace?”
“Yes, she did,” Tim agreed. “She always went out to look over the tables. Sometimes the boys set things wrong, forgot some of the cutlery, things like that. Very likely that's what it was. She may have been rearranging cutlery or something. She might have had a spare knife or a spoon, something like that in her hand.”
“And she came from the terrace into the dining room. Did she speak to you?”
“Yes, we had a word or two together.”
“What did she say? Can you remember?”
“I think I asked her who she'd been talking to. I heard her voice out there.”
“And who did she say she'd been talking to?”
“Gregory Dyson.”
“Ah. Yes. That is what he said.”
Tim went on, “He'd been making a pass at her I understand. He was a bit given to that kind of thing. It annoyed me and I said 'Blast him' and Molly laughed and said she could do all the blasting that needed to be done. Molly's a very clever girl that way. It's not always an easy position, you know. You can't offend guests, and so an attractive girl like Molly has to pass things off with a laugh and a shrug. Gregory Dyson finds it difficult to keep his hands off any good-looking woman.”
“Had there been any altercation between them?”
“No, I don't think so. I think, as I say, she just laughed it off as usual.”
“You can't say definitely whether she had a knife in her hand or not?”
“I can't remember. I'm almost sure she didn't. In fact quite sure she didn't.”
“But you said just now...”
“Look here, what I meant was that if she was in the dining room or in the kitchen it's quite likely she might have picked up a knife or had one in her hand. Matter of fact I can remember quite well, she came in from the dining room and she had nothing in her hand. Nothing at all. That's definite.”
“I see,” said Weston.
Tim looked at him uneasily.
“What on earth is this you're getting at? What did that damn. fool Enrico-Manuel-whichever it was-say?”
“He said your wife came out into the kitchen, that she looked upset, that she had a knife in her hand.”
“He's just dramatising.”
“Did you have any further conversation with your wife during dinner or after?”
“No, I don't think I did really. Matter of fact I was rather busy.”
“Was your wife in the dining room during the meal?”
“I-oh-yes, we always move about among the guests and things like that. See how things are going on.”
“Did you speak to her at all?”
“No, I don't think I did... We're usually fairly busy. We don't always notice what the other one's doing and we certainly haven't got time to talk to each other.”
“Actually you don't remember speaking to her until she came up the steps three hours later, after finding the body?”
“It was an awful shock for her. It upset her terribly.”
“I know. A very unpleasant experience. How did she come to be walking along the beach path?”
“After the stress of dinner being served, she often does go for a turn. You know, get away from the guests for a minute or two, get a breather.”
“When she came back, I understand you were talking to Mrs. Hillingdon.”
“Yes. Practically everyone else had gone to bed.”
“What was the subject of your conversation with Mrs. Hillingdon?”
“Nothing particular. Why? What's she been saying?”
“So far she hasn't said anything. We haven't asked her.”
“We were just talking of this and that. Molly, the hotel running, and one thing and another.”
“And then your wife came up the steps of the terrace and told you what had happened?”
“There was blood on her hands?”
“Of course there was! She'd bent over the girl, tried to lift her, couldn't understand what had happened, what was the matter with her. Of course there was blood on her hands! Look here, what the hell are you suggesting? You are suggesting something?”
“Please calm down,” said Daventry.
“It's all a great strain on you I know, Tim, but we have to get the facts clear. I understand your wife hasn't been feeling very well lately?”
“Nonsense-she's all right. Major Palgrave's death upset her a bit. Naturally. She's a sensitive girl.”
“We shall have to ask her a few questions as soon as she's fit enough,” said Weston.
“Well, you can't now. The doctor gave her a sedative and said she wasn't to be disturbed. I won't have her upset and browbeaten, d'you hear?”
“We're not going to do any browbeating,” said Weston. “We've just got to get the facts clear. We won't disturb her at present, but as soon as the doctor allows us, we'll have to see her.” His voice was gentle-inflexible.
Tim looked at him, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
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