“Y ou know,” said Chief-Inspector Davy thoughtfully, “I don’t much like that chap Humfries.”
“Think there’s something wrong with him?” asked Campbell.
“Well—” Father sounded apologetic, “you know the sort of feeling one gets. Smarmy1 sort of chap. I wonder if he’sthe owner or only the manager.”
“I could ask him.” Campbell took a step back towards the desk.
“No, don’t ask him,” said Father. “Just find out—quietly.”
Campbell looked at him curiously2.
“What’s on your mind, sir?”
“Nothing in particular,” said Father. “I just think I’d like to have a good deal more information about this place. I’dlike to know who is behind it, what its financial status is. All that sort of thing.”
Campbell shook his head.
“I should have said if there was one place in London that was absolutely above suspicion—”
“I know, I know,” said Father. “And what a useful thing it is to have that reputation!”
Campbell shook his head and left. Father went down the passage to the smoking room. General Radley was justwaking up. The Times had slipped from his knees and disintegrated3 slightly. Father picked it up and reassembled thesheets and handed it to him.
“Thank ye, sir. Very kind,” said General Radley gruffly.
“General Radley?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll excuse me,” said Father, raising his voice, “but I want to speak to you about Canon Pennyfather.”
“Eh—what’s that?” The General approached a hand to his ear.
“Canon Pennyfather,” bellowed4 Father.
“My father? Dead years ago.”
“Canon Pennyfather.”
“Oh. What about him? Saw him the other day. He was staying here.”
“There was an address he was going to give me. Said he’d leave it with you.”
That was rather more difficult to get over but he succeeded in the end.
“Never gave me any address. Must have mixed me up with somebody else. Muddle-headed old fool. Always was.
Scholarly sort of chap, you know. They’re always absentminded.”
Father persevered5 for a little longer but soon decided6 that conversation with General Radley was practicallyimpossible and almost certainly unprofitable. He went and sat down in the lounge at a table adjacent to that of MissJane Marple.
“Tea, sir?”
Father looked up. He was impressed, as everyone was impressed, by Henry’s personality. Though such a large andportly man he had appeared, as it were, like some vast travesty7 of Ariel who could materialize and vanish at will.
Father ordered tea.
“Did I see you’ve got muffins here?” he asked.
Henry smiled benignly8.
“Yes, sir. Very good indeed our muffins are, if I may say so. Everyone enjoys them. Shall I order you muffins, sir?
Indian or China tea?”
“Indian,” said Father. “Or Ceylon if you’ve got it.”
“Certainly we have Ceylon, sir.”
Henry made the faintest gesture with a finger and the pale young man who was his minion9 departed in search ofCeylon tea and muffins. Henry moved graciously elsewhere.
“You’re Someone, you are,” thought Father. “I wonder where they got hold of you and what they pay you. Apacket, I bet, and you’d be worth it.” He watched Henry bending in a fatherly manner over an elderly lady. Hewondered what Henry thought, if he thought anything, about Father. Father considered that he fitted into Bertram’sHotel reasonably well. He might have been a prosperous gentleman farmer or he might have been a peer of the realmwith a resemblance to a bookmaker. Father knew two peers who were very like that. On the whole, he thought, hepassed muster10, but he also thought it possible that he had not deceived Henry. “Yes, you’re Someone you are,” Fatherthought again.
Tea came and the muffins. Father bit deeply. Butter ran down his chin. He wiped it off with a large handkerchief.
He drank two cups of tea with plenty of sugar. Then he leaned forward and spoke11 to the lady sitting in the chair next tohim.
“Excuse me,” he said, “but aren’t you Miss Jane Marple?”
Miss Marple transferred her gaze from her knitting to Chief Detective-Inspector Davy.
“Yes,” she said, “I am Miss Marple.”
“I hope you don’t mind my speaking to you. As a matter of fact I am a police officer.”
“Indeed? Nothing seriously wrong here, I hope?”
Father hastened to reassure12 her in his best paternal13 fashion.
“Now, don’t you worry, Miss Marple,” he said. “It’s not the sort of thing you mean at all. No burglary or anythinglike that. Just a little difficulty about an absentminded clergyman, that’s all. I think he’s a friend of yours. CanonPennyfather.”
“Oh, Canon Pennyfather. He was here only the other day. Yes, I’ve known him slightly for many years. As yousay, he is very absentminded.” She added, with some interest, “What has he done now?”
“Well, as you might say in a manner of speaking, he’s lost himself.”
“Oh dear,” said Miss Marple. “Where ought he to be?”
“Back at home in his Cathedral Close,” said Father, “but he isn’t.”
“He told me,” said Miss Marple, “he was going to a conference at Lucerne. Something to do with the Dead SeaScrolls, I believe. He’s a great Hebrew and Aramaic scholar, you know.”
“Yes,” said Father. “You’re quite right. That’s where he—well, that’s where he was supposed to be going.”
“Do you mean he didn’t turn up there?”
“No,” said Father, “he didn’t turn up.”
“Oh, well,” said Miss Marple, “I expect he got his dates wrong.”
“Very likely, very likely.”
“I’m afraid,” said Miss Marple, “that that’s not the first time that that’s happened. I went to have tea with him inChadminster once. He was actually absent from home. His housekeeper14 told me then how very absentminded he was.”
“He didn’t say anything to you when he was staying here that might give us a clue, I suppose?” asked Father,speaking in an easy and confidential15 way. “You know the sort of thing I mean, any old friend he’d met or any planshe’d made apart from this Lucerne Conference?”
“Oh no. He just mentioned the Lucerne Conference. I think he said it was on the 19th. Is that right?”
“That was the date of the Lucerne Conference, yes.”
“I didn’t notice the date particularly. I mean—” like most old ladies, Miss Marple here became slightly involved—“I thought he said the 19th and he might have said the 19th, but at the same time he might have meant the 19th andit might really have been the 20th. I mean, he may have thought the 20th was the 19th or he may have thought the 19thwas the 20th.”
“Well—” said Father, slightly dazed.
“I’m putting it badly,” said Miss Marple, “but I mean people like Canon Pennyfather, if they say they’re goingsomewhere on a Thursday, one is quite prepared to find that they didn’t mean Thursday, it may be Wednesday orFriday they really mean. Usually they find out in time but sometimes they just don’t. I thought at the time thatsomething like that must have happened.”
Father looked slightly puzzled.
“You speak as though you knew already, Miss Marple, that Canon Pennyfather hadn’t gone to Lucerne.”
“I knew he wasn’t in Lucerne on Thursday,” said Miss Marple. “He was here all day—or most of the day. That’swhy I thought, of course, that though he may have said Thursday to me, it was really Friday he meant. He certainlyleft here on Thursday evening carrying his BEA bag.”
“Quite so.”
“I took it he was going off to the airport then,” said Miss Marple. “That’s why I was so surprised to see he wasback again.”
“I beg your pardon, what do you mean by ‘back again’?”
“Well, that he was back here again, I mean.”
“Now, let’s get this quite clear,” said Father, careful to speak in an agreeable and reminiscent voice, and not asthough it was really important. “You saw the old idio—you saw the Canon, that is to say, leave as you thought for theairport with his overnight bag, fairly early in the evening. Is that right?”
“Yes. About half past six, I would say, or quarter to seven.”
“But you say he came back.”
“Perhaps he missed the plane. That would account for it.”
“When did he come back?”
“Well, I don’t really know. I didn’t see him come back.”
“Oh,” said Father, taken aback. “I thought you said you did see him.”
“Oh, I did see him later,” said Miss Marple. “I meant I didn’t see him actually come into the hotel.”
“You saw him later? When?”
Miss Marple thought.
“Let me see. It was about 3 a.m. I couldn’t sleep very well. Something woke me. Some sound. There are so manyqueer noises in London. I looked at my little clock, it was ten minutes past three. For some reason—I’m not quite surewhat—I felt uneasy. Footsteps, perhaps, outside my door. Living in the country, if one hears footsteps in the middle ofthe night it makes one nervous. So I just opened my door and looked out. There was Canon Pennyfather leaving hisroom—it’s next door to mine—and going off down the stairs wearing his overcoat.”
“He came out of his room wearing his overcoat and went down the stairs at 3 a.m. in the morning?”
“Yes,” said Miss Marple and added: “I thought it odd at the time.”
Father looked at her for some moments.
“Miss Marple,” he said, “why haven’t you told anyone this before?”
“Nobody asked me,” said Miss Marple simply.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
smarmy
|
|
| adj.爱说奉承话的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
curiously
|
|
| adv.有求知欲地；好问地；奇特地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
disintegrated
|
|
| v.（使）破裂[分裂，粉碎]，（使）崩溃( disintegrate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
bellowed
|
|
| v.发出吼叫声，咆哮（尤指因痛苦）( bellow的过去式和过去分词 )；（愤怒地）说出（某事），大叫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
persevered
|
|
| v.坚忍，坚持( persevere的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
decided
|
|
| adj.决定了的，坚决的；明显的，明确的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
travesty
|
|
| n.歪曲，嘲弄，滑稽化 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
benignly
|
|
| adv.仁慈地，亲切地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
minion
|
|
| n.宠仆；宠爱之人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
muster
|
|
| v.集合，收集，鼓起，激起；n.集合，检阅，集合人员，点名册 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
reassure
|
|
| v.使放心，使消除疑虑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
paternal
|
|
| adj.父亲的，像父亲的，父系的，父方的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
housekeeper
|
|
| n.管理家务的主妇，女管家 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
confidential
|
|
| adj.秘（机）密的，表示信任的，担任机密工作的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |