弄假成真5
时间：2025-03-03 03:21:01
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In a mood of exploration Poirot went through the front gates and down the steeply twisting road
“Du ee want the ferry, sir?”
“I thank you, no. I have just come down from Nasse House for a little walk.”
“Ah, ’tis up at Nasse yu are? Worked there as a boy, I did, and my son, he were head gardener
there. But I did use to look after the boats. Old Squire4 Folliat, he was fair mazed5 about boats. Sail
in all weathers, he would. The Major, now, his son, he didn’t care for sailing. Horses, that’s all he
cared about. And a pretty packet went on ’em. That and the bottle—had a hard time with him, his
“Yes, I have just left her there now.”
“Her be a Folliat, tu, second cousin from over Tiverton way. A great one for the garden, she is,
two young gentlemen was gone to the war, she still looked after they shrubs and kept ’em from
being overrun.”
“It was hard on her, both her sons being killed.”
“Ah, she’ve had a hard life, she have, what with this and that. Trouble with her husband, and
trouble with the young gentlemen, tu. Not Mr. Henry. He was as nice a young gentleman as yu
could wish, took after his grandfather, fond of sailing and went into the Navy as a matter of
course, but Mr. James, he caused her a lot of trouble. Debts and women it were, and then, tu, he
were real wild in his temper. Born one of they as can’t go straight. But the war suited him, as yu
might say—give him his chance. Ah! There’s many who can’t go straight in peace who dies
bravely in war.”
“So now,” said Poirot, “there are no more Folliats at Nasse.”
“Just as yu say, sir.”
“Instead you have Sir George Stubbs. What is thought locally of him?”
“Us understands,” said the old man, “that he be powerful rich.”
His tone sounded dry and almost amused.
“And his wife?”
“Ah, she’s a fine lady from London, she is. No use for gardens, not her. They du say, tu, as her
du be wanting up here.”
He tapped his temple significantly.
“Not as her isn’t always very nice spoken and friendly. Just over a year they’ve been here.
Bought the place and had it all done up like new. I remember as though ’twere yesterday them
arriving. Arrived in the evening, they did, day after the worst gale11 as I ever remember. Trees down
right and left—one down across the drive and us had to get it sawn away in a hurry to get the drive
clear for the car. And the big oak up along, that come down and brought a lot of others down with
it, made a rare mess, it did.”
“Folly ’tis called and Folly ’tis—newfangled nonsense. Never was no Folly in the old Folliats’
time. Her ladyship’s idea that Folly was. Put up not three weeks after they first come, and I’ve no
doubt she talked Sir George into it. Rare silly it looks stuck up there among the trees, like a
against that.”
Poirot smiled faintly.
“The London ladies,” he said, “they must have their fancies. It is sad that the day of the Folliats
is over.”
Nasse.”
“But the house belongs to Sir George Stubbs.”
“That’s as may be—but there’s still a Folliat here. Ah! Rare and cunning the Folliats are!”
“What do you mean?”
The old man gave him a sly sideways glance.
“Mrs. Folliat be living up tu Lodge, bain’t she?” he demanded.
“Yes,” said Poirot slowly. “Mrs. Folliat is living at the Lodge and the world is very wicked, and
all the people in it are very wicked.”
The old man stared at him.
“Ah,” he said. “Yu’ve got something there, maybe.”
“But what have I got?” Poirot asked himself with irritation17 as he slowly walked up the hill back
to the house.
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twirling them to a ferocious20 couple of points. He stood back from the mirror and was satisfied with
what he saw.
rallentando, was just replacing the gong stick on its hook. His dark melancholy26 face showed
pleasure.
butler…” This butler looked as though blackmailing letters would be well within his scope. Poirot
wondered if Mrs. Oliver took her characters from life.
Miss Brewis crossed the hall in an unbecoming flowered chiffon dress and he caught up with
her, asking as he did so:
“You have a housekeeper here?”
“Oh, no, M. Poirot. I’m afraid one doesn’t run to niceties of that kind nowadays, except in a
really large establishment, of course. Oh, no, I’m the housekeeper — more housekeeper than
secretary, sometimes, in this house.”
She gave a short acid laugh.
“So you are the housekeeper?” Poirot considered her thoughtfully.
would be a different thing. He had known anonymous letters written by women not unlike Miss
Brewis—solid, dependable women, totally unsuspected by those around them.
“What is your butler’s name?” he asked.
“Henden.” Miss Brewis looked a little astonished.
Poirot recollected31 himself and explained quickly:
“I ask because I had a fancy I had seen him somewhere before.”
“Very likely,” said Miss Brewis. “None of these people ever seem to stay in any place more
than four months. They must soon have done the round of all the available situations in England.
After all, it’s not many people who can afford butlers and cooks nowadays.”
dinner jacket, was proffering33 sherry. Mrs. Oliver, in iron-grey satin, was looking like an obsolete34
Alec and Sally Legge were dining and also Jim Warburton.
“We’ve a heavy evening ahead of us,” he warned them. “No bridge tonight. All hands to the
pumps. There are any amount of notices to print, and the big card for the Fortune Telling. What
name shall we have? Madame Zuleika? Esmeralda? Or Romany Leigh, the Gipsy Queen?”
“The Eastern touch,” said Sally. “Everyone in agricultural districts hates gipsies. Zuleika sounds
all right. I brought my paint box over and I thought Michael could do us a curling snake to
“Cleopatra rather than Zuleika, then?”
Henden appeared at the door.
“Dinner is served, my lady.”
They went in. There were candles on the long table. The room was full of shadows.
Warburton and Alec Legge sat on either side of their hostess. Poirot was between Mrs. Oliver
and Miss Brewis. The latter was engaged in brisk general conversation about further details of
preparation for tomorrow.
When she did at last break her silence, it was with a somewhat contradictory38 explanation.
“Don’t bother about me,” she said to Poirot. “I’m just remembering if there’s anything I’ve
forgotten.”
“The fatal flaw, eh?” he remarked.
“That’s just it,” said Mrs. Oliver. “There always is one. Sometimes one doesn’t realize it until a
book’s actually in print. And then it’s agony!” Her face reflected this emotion. She sighed. “The
curious thing is that most people never notice it. I say to myself, ‘But of course the cook would
have been bound to notice that two cutlets hadn’t been eaten.’ But nobody else thinks of it at all.”
“You fascinate me.” Michael Weyman leant across the table. “The Mystery of the Second
Cutlet. Please, please never explain. I shall wonder about it in my bath.”
Mrs. Oliver gave him an abstracted smile and relapsed into her preoccupations.
Lady Stubbs was also silent. Now and again she yawned. Warburton, Alec Legge and Miss
Brewis talked across her.
As they came out of the dining room, Lady Stubbs stopped by the stairs.
“I’m going to bed,” she announced. “I’m very sleepy.”
“Oh, Lady Stubbs,” exclaimed Miss Brewis, “there’s so much to be done. We’ve been counting
on you to help us.”
“Yes, I know,” said Lady Stubbs. “But I’m going to bed.”
She spoke with the satisfaction of a small child.
She turned her head as Sir George came out of the dining room.
“I’m tired, George. I’m going to bed. You don’t mind?”
He came up to her and patted her on the shoulder affectionately.
“You go and get your beauty sleep, Hattie. Be fresh for tomorrow.”
He kissed her lightly and she went up the stairs, waving her hand and calling out:
“Goodnight, all.”
Sir George smiled up at her. Miss Brewis drew in her breath sharply and turned brusquely away.
“Come along, everybody,” she said, with a forced cheerfulness that did not ring true. “We’ve
got to work.”
Presently everyone was set to their tasks. Since Miss Brewis could not be everywhere at once,
magnificent serpent and the words, Madame Zuleika will tell your Fortune, and then vanished
for the hoopla and did not reappear. The women, as women do, worked energetically and
conscientiously43. Hercule Poirot followed his hostess’s example and went early to bed.
III
Poirot came down to breakfast on the following morning at nine-thirty. Breakfast was served in
pre-war fashion. A row of hot dishes on an electric heater. Sir George was eating a full-sized
modified version of the same. Michael Weyman was eating a plateful of cold ham. Only Lady
was wearing a large pale-pink hat which looked odd at the breakfast table.
The post had just arrived. Miss Brewis had an enormous pile of letters in front of her which she
was rapidly sorting into piles. Any of Sir George’s marked “Personal” she passed over to him. The
others she opened herself and sorted into categories.
Lady Stubbs had three letters. She opened what were clearly a couple of bills and tossed them
aside. Then she opened the third letter and said suddenly and clearly:
“Oh!”
The exclamation47 was so startled that all heads turned towards her.
“It’s from Etienne,” she said. “My cousin Etienne. He’s coming here in a yacht.”
“Let’s see, Hattie.” Sir George held out his hand. She passed the letter down the table. He
smoothed out the sheet and read.
“Who’s this Etienne de Sousa? A cousin, you say?”
“I think so. A second cousin. I do not remember him very well—hardly at all. He was—”
“Yes, my dear?”
“It does not matter. It is all a long time ago. I was a little girl.”
“I suppose you wouldn’t remember him very well. But we must make him welcome, of course,”
said Sir George heartily. “Pity in a way it’s the fête today, but we’ll ask him to dinner. Perhaps we
could put him up for a night or two—show him something of the country?”
Lady Stubbs said nothing. She stared down into her coffee cup.
Conversation on the inevitable50 subject of the fête became general. Only Poirot remained
detached, watching the slim exotic figure at the head of the table. He wondered just what was
going on in her mind. At that very moment her eyes came up and cast a swift glance along the
table to where he sat. It was a look so shrewd and appraising51 that he was startled. As their eyes
met, the shrewd expression vanished—emptiness returned. But that other look had been there,
cold, calculating, watchful….
Or had he imagined it? In any case, wasn’t it true that people who were slightly mentally
deficient52 very often had a kind of sly native cunning that sometimes surprised even the people who
knew them best?
diametrically opposite ideas concerning her. Miss Brewis had intimated that Lady Stubbs knew
very well what she was doing. Yet Mrs. Oliver definitely thought her half-witted, and Mrs. Folliat
who had known her long and intimately had spoken of her as someone not quite normal, who
needed care and watchfulness54.
Miss Brewis was probably prejudiced. She disliked Lady Stubbs for her indolence and her
If so, she might easily resent the coming of the new régime.
Poirot himself would have agreed wholeheartedly with Mrs. Folliat and Mrs. Oliver—until this
Lady Stubbs got up abruptly from the table.
“I have a headache,” she said. “I shall go and lie down in my room.”
Sir George sprang up anxiously.
“My dear girl. You’re all right, aren’t you?”
“It’s just a headache.”
“You’ll be fit enough for this afternoon, won’t you?”
“Yes, I think so.”
bring it to you?”
“I’ve got some.”
She moved towards the door. As she went she dropped the handkerchief she had been squeezing
between her fingers. Poirot, moving quietly forward, picked it up unobtrusively.
Sir George, about to follow his wife, was stopped by Miss Brewis.
“About the parking of cars this afternoon, Sir George. I’m just going to give Mitchell
instructions. Do you think that the best plan would be, as you said—?”
Poirot, going out of the room, heard no more.
He caught up his hostess on the stairs.
“Madame, you dropped this.”
She took it unheedingly.
“Did I? Thank you.”
“I am most distressed59, Madame, that you should be suffering. Particularly when your cousin is
coming.”
She answered quickly, almost violently.
“I don’t want to see Etienne. I don’t like him. He’s bad. He was always bad. I’m afraid of him.
He does bad things.”
The door of the dining room opened and Sir George came across the hall and up the stairs.
“Hattie, my poor darling. Let me come and tuck you up.”
They went up the stairs together, his arm round her tenderly, his face worried and absorbed.
Poirot looked up after them, then turned to encounter Miss Brewis moving fast, and clasping
papers.
“Lady Stubbs’ headache—” he began.
“No more headache than my foot,” said Miss Brewis crossly, and disappeared into her office,
closing the door behind her.
Poirot sighed and went out through the front door on to the terrace. Mrs. Masterton had just
driven up in a small car and was directing the elevation60 of a tea marquee, baying out orders in rich
full-blooded tones.
She turned to greet Poirot.
“Such a nuisance, these affairs,” she observed. “And they will always put everything in the
wrong place. No, Rogers! More to the left—left—not right! What do you think of the weather, M.
Poirot? Looks doubtful to me. Rain, of course, would spoil everything. And we’ve had such a fine
summer this year for a change. Where’s Sir George? I want to talk to him about car parking.”
“His wife had a headache and has gone to lie down.”
“She’ll be all right this afternoon,” said Mrs. Masterton confidently. “Likes functions, you
know. She’ll make a terrific toilet and be as pleased about it as a child. Just fetch me a bundle of
Poirot, thus pressed into service, was worked by Mrs. Masterton relentlessly62, as a useful
“Got to do everything yourself, I find. Only way…By the way, you’re a friend of the Eliots, I
believe?”
recognition. Mrs. Masterton was in fact saying: “Although a foreigner, I understand you are One
of Us.” She continued to chat in an intimate manner.
“Nice to have Nasse lived in again. We were all so afraid it was going to be a hotel. You know
what it is nowadays; one drives through the country and passes place after place with the board up
‘Guest House’ or ‘Private Hotel’ or ‘Hotel A.A. Fully29 Licensed67.’ All the houses one stayed in as a
girl—or where one went to dances. Very sad. Yes, I’m glad about Nasse and so is poor dear Amy
Folliat, of course. She’s had such a hard life—but never complains, I will say. Sir George has done
wonders for Nasse—and not vulgarized it. Don’t know whether that’s the result of Amy Folliat’s
influence—or whether it’s his own natural good taste. He has got quite good taste, you know.
Very surprising in a man like that.”
“He isn’t even really Sir George—was christened it, I understand. Took the idea from Lord
George Sanger’s Circus, I suspect. Very amusing really. Of course we never let on. Rich men must
be allowed their little snobberies, don’t you agree? The funny thing is that in spite of his origins
eighteenth- century country squire. Good blood in him, I’d say. Father a gent and mother a
barmaid, is my guess.”
Mrs. Masterton interrupted herself to yell to a gardener.
“Not by that rhododendron. You must leave room for the skittles over to the right. Right—not
left!”
She went on: “Extraordinary how they can’t tell their left from their right. The Brewis woman is
efficient. Doesn’t like poor Hattie, though. Looks at her sometimes as though she’d like to murder
her. So many of these good secretaries are in love with their boss. Now where do you think Jim
Warburton can have got to? Silly the way he sticks to calling himself ‘Captain.’ Not a regular
soldier and never within miles of a German. One has to put up, of course, with what one can get
Here are the Legges.”
Sally Legge, dressed in slacks and a yellow pullover, said brightly:
“We’ve come to help.”
“Lots to do,” boomed Mrs. Masterton. “Now, let me see…”
Poirot, profiting by her inattention, slipped away. As he came round the corner of the house on
to the front terrace he became a spectator of a new drama.
Two young women, in shorts, with bright blouses, had come out from the wood and were
girl of yesterday’s lift in the car. From the window of Lady Stubbs’ bedroom Sir George leaned
out and addressed them wrathfully.
“You’re trespassing,” he shouted.
“Please?” said the young woman with the green headscarf.
“You can’t come through here. Private.”
The other young woman, who had a royal blue headscarf, said brightly:
“Please? Nassecombe Quay…” She pronounced it carefully. “It is this way? Please.”
“Please?”
“Trespassing! No way through. You’ve got to go back. BACK! The way you came.”
They stared as he gesticulated. Then they consulted together in a flood of foreign speech.
Finally, doubtfully, blue-scarf said:
“That’s right. And you take the road—road round that way.”
They retreated unwillingly74. Sir George mopped his brow and looked down at Poirot.
“Spend my time turning people off,” he said. “Used to come through the top gate. I’ve
padlocked that. Now they come through the woods, having got over the fence. Think they can get
down to the shore and the quay easily this way. Well, they can, of course, much quicker. But
there’s no right of way—never has been. And they’re practically all foreigners—don’t understand
“Of these, one is German and the other Italian, I think—I saw the Italian girl on her way from
the station yesterday.”
“Every kind of language they talk…Yes, Hattie? What did you say?” He drew back into the
room.
Poirot turned to find Mrs. Oliver and a well-developed girl of fourteen dressed in Guide uniform
close behind him.
“This is Marlene,” said Mrs. Oliver.
“I’m the horrible Corpse,” she said. “But I’m not going to have any blood on me.” Her tone
expressed disappointment.
“No?”
“No. Just strangled with a cord, that’s all. I’d of liked to be stabbed—and have lashings of red
paint.”
“Captain Warburton thought it might look too realistic,” said Mrs. Oliver.
“In a murder I think you ought to have blood,” said Marlene sulkily. She looked at Poirot with
hungry interest. “Seen lots of murders, haven’t you? So she says.”
“One or two,” said Poirot modestly.
He observed with alarm that Mrs. Oliver was leaving them.
“Certainly not.”
“You would probably not like meeting one.”
saw a body in the woods once. He was scared and ran away, and when he come back it was gone.
It was a woman’s body. But of course he’s batty, my granddad is, so no one listens to what he
says.”
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squire
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mazed
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lodge
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curiously
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spoke
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