死亡约会 Part II Chapter 10（1）（在线收听）

Chapter 10

‘I wonder,’ said Hercule Poirot. He folded up the list, went to the door and ordered Mahmoud tobe brought to him. The stout dragoman was voluble. Words dripped from him in a rising flood.

‘Always, always, I am blamed. When anything happens, say always, my fault. Always my fault.

When Lady Ellen Hunt sprain her ankle coming down from Place of Sacrifice it my fault, thoughshe would go high-heeled shoes and she sixty at least—perhaps seventy. My life all one misery!

Ah! what with miseries and iniquities, Jews do to us—’

At last Poirot succeeded in stemming the flood and in getting in his question.

‘Half-past five o’clock, you say? No, I not think any of servants were about then. You see,lunch is late—two o’clock. And then to clear it away. After the lunch all afternoon sleep. Yes,Americans, they not take tea. We all settle sleep by half-past three. At five I who am soul ofefficiency—always—always I watch for the comfort of ladies and gentlemen I serving, I come outknowing that time all English ladies want tea. But no one there. They all gone walking. For me,that is very well—better than usual. I can go back sleep. At quarter to six trouble begin—largeEnglish lady—very grand lady—come back and want tea although boys are now laying dinner.

She makes quite fuss—says water must be boiling—I am to see myself. Ah, my good gentlemen!

What a life—what a life! I do all I can—always I blamed—I—’

Poirot asked about the recriminations.

‘There is another small matter. The dead lady was angry with one of the boys. Do you knowwhich one it was and what it was about?’

Mahmoud’s hands rose to heaven.

‘Should I know? But naturally not. Old lady did not complain to me.’

‘Could you find out?’

‘No, my good gentlemen, that would be impossible. None of the boys admit it for a moment.

Old lady angry, you say? Then naturally boys would not tell. Abdul say it Mohammed, andMohammed say it Aziz and Aziz say it Aissa, and so on. They are all very stupid Bedouin—understand nothing.’

He took a breath and continued: ‘Now I, I have advantage of Mission education. I recite to youKeats—Shelley—“Iadadoveandasweedovedied—”’

Poirot flinched. Though English was not his native tongue, he knew it well enough to sufferfrom the strange enunciation of Mahmoud.

‘Superb!’ he said hastily. ‘Superb! Definitely I recommend you to all my friends.’

He contrived to escape from the dragoman’s eloquence. Then he took his list to ColonelCarbury, whom he found in his office.

Carbury pushed his tie a little more askew and asked:

‘Got anything?’

Poirot said: ‘Shall I tell you a theory of mine?’

‘If you like,’ said Colonel Carbury and sighed. One way and another he heard a good manytheories in the course of his existence.

‘My theory is that criminology is the easiest science in the world! One has only to let thecriminal talk—sooner or later he will tell you everything.’

‘I remember you said something of the kind before. Who’s been telling you things?’

‘Everybody.’