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Агата Кристи
The man behind the desk frowned very slightly.
‘There’s really no need, Magda,’ he said, ‘for you to see him at all. I can tell him anything he wants to know.’
‘Not see him?’ Her voice went up. ‘But
‘Mother,’ said Sophia, coming through the open door, ‘you’re not to tell the inspector a lot of lies.’
‘Sophia
‘I know, precious, that you’ve got it all set and that you’re ready to give a most beautiful performance. But you’ve got it wrong. Quite wrong.’
‘Nonsense. You don’t know—’
‘I do know. You’ve got to play it quite differently, darling. Subdued—saying very little—holding it all back—on your guard—protecting the family.’
Magda Leonides’ face showed the naive perplexi ty of a child.
‘Darling,’ she said, ‘do you really think—’
‘Yes, I do. Throw it away. That’s the idea.’
Sophia added, as a little pleased smile began to show on her mother’s face:
‘I’ve made you some chocolate. It’s in the drawing-room.’
‘Oh—good—I’m starving—’
She paused in the doorway.
‘You don’t know,’ she said, and the words appeared to be addressed either to me or to the bookshelf behind my head, ‘how lovely it is to have a daughter!’
On this exit line she went out.
‘God knows,’ said Miss de Haviland, ‘what she will say to the police!’
‘She’ll be all right,’ said Sophia.
‘She might say
‘Don’t worry,’ said Sophia. ‘She’ll play it the way the producer says.
She went out after her mother, then wheeled back to say:
‘Here’s Chief Inspector Taverner to see you, Father. You don’t mind if Charles stays, do you?’
I thought that a very faint air of bewilderment showed on Philip Leonides’ face. It well might! But his incurious habit served me in good stead. He murmured:
‘Oh certainly—certainly,’ in a rather vague voice.
Chief Inspector Taverner came in, solid, dependable, and with an air of businesslike promptitude that was somehow soothing.
‘Just a little unpleasantness,’ his manner seemed to say, ‘and then we shall be out of the house for good—and nobody will be more pleased than I shall.
I don’t know how he managed, without any words at all, but merely by drawing up a chair to the desk, to convey what he did, but it worked. I sat down unobtrusively a little way off.
‘Yes, Chief Inspector?’ said Philip.
Miss de Haviland said abruptly:
‘You don’t want me, Chief Inspector?’
‘Not just at the moment, Miss de Haviland. Later, if I might have a few words with you—’
‘Of course. I shall be upstairs.’
She went out, shutting the door behind her.
‘Well, Chief Inspector?’ Philip repeated.
I know you’re a very busy gentleman and I don’t want to disturb you for long. But I may mention to you in confidence that our suspicions are confirmed. Your father did not die a natural death. His death was the result of an overdose of physostigmine—more usually known as eserine.’
