- زمان مطالعه 4 دقیقه
- سطح متوسط
دانلود اپلیکیشن «زیبوک»
این فصل را میتوانید به بهترین شکل و با امکانات عالی در اپلیکیشن «زیبوک» بخوانید
متن انگلیسی فصل
‘Christian shot? Dead?’ Carrie Louise said. ‘That’s impossible.’
‘Go and look for yourselves,’ said Miss Believer angrily.
Lewis Serrocold put a hand on Carrie Louise’s shoulder. ‘No, dearest, let me go.’
He went out. Dr Maverick and Miss Believer followed him.
Miss Marple gently led Carrie Louise to a chair. She sat down, her eyes looking hurt and shocked. ‘Christian - shot?’ she said again. She sounded like a hurt, confused child. ‘But who could possibly want to shoot Christian?’
‘Crazy!’ Walter said quietly. ‘The whole lot of them.’
Gina’s young, startled face was the most vivid thing in the room.
Suddenly the front door opened and together with a rush of cold air a man in a big overcoat came in.
His cheerful greeting seemed shocking. ‘Hello, everybody. A lot of fog on the road, I had to drive very slowly.’
Miss Marple saw that this must be the other Restarick brother, Alex, but where Stephen was thin, the newcomer was a much bigger young man, handsome and with the all the authority and good humour that success brings to some men.
He said, doubtfully, ‘You were expecting me, weren’t you? You got my telegram?’
He was speaking now to Carrie Louise. She put her hand out to him. He took it and kissed it gently with real affection.
‘Alex dear - things have been happening.’
‘My brother, Christian,’ Mildred said with a grim relish that Miss Marple disliked, ‘has been shot dead.’
‘Good grief.’ Alex said, clearly upset. ‘Suicide, do you mean?’
‘Oh no,’ Carrie Louise said. ‘It couldn’t be suicide. Not Christian!’
‘Uncle Christian would never shoot himself,’ said Gina.
‘When did this happen?’ asked Alex.
‘About - oh three or four minutes ago, I suppose,’ said Gina. ‘Why, of course, we heard the shot. Only we didn’t notice it. You see, there were other things going on.’
Juliet Believer came into the Hall. ‘Mr Serrocold suggests that we all wait in the library for the police. Except for Mrs Serrocold. You’ve had a shock, Carrie. I’ll take you up to bed.’
Rising, Carrie Louise shook her head. ‘I must see Christian first.’ She looked round. ‘Come with me, will you, Jane?’
The two women moved out through the door, past the main staircase and the dining room, past the side door to the terrace and on to the guest room that had been given to Christian Gulbrandsen. It was furnished as a sitting room more than a bedroom, with a bed on one side and a door leading into a dressing room and bathroom.
Christian had been sitting at the desk with a typewriter in front of him. He sat there now, fallen sideways in the chair.
Lewis Serrocold was standing by the window looking out into the night.
He turned. ‘My dearest, you shouldn’t have come.’
‘Oh yes, Lewis. I had to see him. One has to know how things are.’
She walked slowly towards the desk. ‘He was shot deliberately by someone? Murdered?’
She stood looking down at the dead man. There was sadness and affection in her face. ‘Dear Christian,’ she said. ‘He was always good to me.’ Softly, she touched the top of his head with her fingers. ‘Bless you and thank you, dear Christian.’
Lewis Serrocold said with more emotion than Miss Marple had seen in him before, ‘I wish I could have saved you from this.’
His wife shook her head gently. ‘You can’t really save anyone from anything,’ she said. ‘Things always have to be faced sooner or later. And therefore it had better be sooner.’
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