| And just as I was hesitating, Mr. Carter, he seemed to make up his mind, and he slipped down the stairs very quick and went along the passage towards the master's surgery, and I thought to myself, the master won't like that, and I wondered if there was going to be a row. | Но пока я так стояла и думала, он, то есть Фрэнк, наконец-то решился, быстро спустился вниз и пошел по коридору к кабинету, м-ра Морли. И я подумала, что хозяину это все не очень-то понравится, будет скандал, но тут меня позвала Эмма и я ушла, а потом я узнала, что хозяин застрелился. |
| But just then Emma called me, said whatever was I up to? and I went up again and then, afterwards, I heard the master had shot himself and, of course, it was so awful it just drove everything out of my head. But later, when that police Inspector had gone I said to Emma, I said, I didn't say anything about Mr. Carter having been up with the master this morning, and she said was he, and I told her, and she said well, perhaps I ought to tell, but anyway I said I'd better wait a bit, and she agreed, because neither of us didn't want to get Frank Carter into trouble if we could help. And then, when it came to the inquest and it come out that the master had made that mistake in a drug and really had got panicky and shot himself, quite natural-like - well, then, of course, there was no call to say anything. But reading that piece in the paper two days ago - oh! it did give me a turn! And I said to myself, if he's one of those loonies that thinks they're persecuted and goes round shooting people, well, then maybe he did shoot the master after all!" Her eyes, anxious and scared, looked hopefully at Hercule Poirot. | Полиции я ничего не сказала, но когда газеты написали об этих выстрелах, я поговорила с Эммой и вот, решила написать вам... Ведь все говорят, что вы все знаете и вообще... - Она подняла на Пуаро испуганный взгляд, в котором все же можно было различить намек на надежду. |