Агата Кристи - Dumb Witness / Безмолвный свидетель. Книга для чтения на английском языке

‘Thank you. As a matter of fact I have an excuse. M. Poirot, I am worried, terribly worried, about my wife.’

‘About your wife? I’m very sorry. What’s the matter?’

Tanios said:

‘You have seen her perhaps lately?’

It seemed quite a natural question, but the quick look that accompanied it was not so natural.

Poirot replied in the most matter of fact manner.

‘No, not since I saw her at the hotel with you yesterday.’

‘Ah—I thought perhaps she might have called upon you.’

Poirot was busy pouring out three glasses of sherry.

He said in a slightly abstracted voice:

‘No. Was there any—reason for her calling on me?’

‘No, no.’ Dr Tanios accepted his sherry. ‘Thank you. Thank you very much. No, there was no exact reason , but to be frank I am very much concerned about my wife’s state of health.’

‘Ah, she is not strong?’

‘Her bodily health,’ said Tanios slowly, ‘is good. I wish I could say the same for her mind.’

‘Ah?’

‘I fear, M. Poirot, that she is on the verge of a complete nervous breakdown [539] a nervous breakdown – нервное расстройство .’

‘My dear Dr Tanios, I am extremely sorry to hear this.’

‘This condition has been growing for some time. During the last two months her manner towards me has completely changed. She is nervous, easily startled, and she has the oddest fancies—actually they are more than fancies—they are delusions !’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. She is suffering from what is commonly known as persecution mania [540] persecution mania – мания преследования —a fairly well-known condition.’

Poirot made a sympathetic noise with his tongue.

‘You can understand my anxiety!’

‘Naturally. Naturally. But what I do not quite understand is why you have come to me. How can I help you?’

Dr Tanios seemed a little embarrassed.

‘It occurred to me that my wife might have—or may yet—come to you with some extraordinary tale. She may conceivably say that she is in danger from me—something of the kind.’

‘But why should she come to me ?’

Dr Tanios smiled—it was a charming smile—genial yet wistful.

‘You are a celebrated detective, M. Poirot. I saw—I could see at once—that my wife was very impressed at meeting you yesterday. The mere fact of meeting a detective would make a powerful impression on her in her present state. It seems to me highly probable that she might seek you out and—and—well, confide in [541] confied in – доверяться you. That is the way these nervous affections go! There is a tendency to turn against those nearest and dearest to you.’

‘Very distressing.’

‘Yes, indeed. I am very fond of my wife.’ There was a rich tenderness in his voice. ‘I always feel it was so brave of her to marry me—a man of another race—to come out to a far country—to leave all her own friends and surroundings. For the last few days I have been really distraught… I can see only one thing for it…’

‘Yes?’

‘Perfect rest and quiet—and suitable psychological treatment. There is a splendid home I know of run by a first-class man. I want to take her there—it is in Norfolk—straightaway. Perfect rest and isolation from outside influence—that is what is needed. I feel convinced that once she has been there a month or two under skilled treatment there will be a change for the better.’

‘I see,’ said Poirot.

He uttered the words in a matter of fact manner without any clue to the feelings that prompted him.

Tanios again shot a quick glance at him.

‘That is why, if she should come to you, I should be obliged if you will let me know at once.’

‘But certainly. I will telephone you. You are at the Durham Hotel still?’

‘Yes. I am going back there now.’

‘And your wife is not there?’

‘She went out directly after breakfast.’

‘Without telling you where she was going?’

‘Without saying a word. That is most unlike her.’

‘And the children?’

‘She took them with her.’

‘I see.’

Tanios got up.

‘I thank you so much, M. Poirot. I need hardly say that if she does tell you any high-flown stories of intimidation and persecution pay no attention to them. It is, unfortunately, a part of her malady.’

‘Most distressing,’ said Poirot with sympathy.

‘It is indeed. Although one knows, medically speaking, that it is part of a recognized mental disease, yet one cannot help being hurt when a person very near and dear to you turns against you and all their affection changes to dislike.’

‘You have my deepest sympathy,’ said Poirot as he shook hands with his guest.

‘By the way—’ Poirot’s voice recalled Tanios just as he was at the door.

‘Yes?’

‘Do you ever prescribe chloral for your wife?’

Tanios gave a startled movement.

‘I—no—at least I may have done. But not lately. She seems to have taken an aversion to [542] to take an aversion to – почувствовать отвращение к any form of sleeping draught.’

‘Ah! I suppose because she does not trust you?’

‘M. Poirot!’

Tanios came striding forward angrily.

‘That would be part of the disease,’ said Poirot smoothly.

‘Yes, yes, of course.’

‘She is probably highly suspicious of anything you give her to eat or drink. Probably suspects you of wanting to poison her?’

‘Dear me, M. Poirot, you are quite right. You know something of such cases, then?’

‘One comes across them now and then in my profession, naturally. But do not let me detain you. You may find her waiting for you at the hotel.’

‘True. I hope I shall. I feel terribly anxious.’

He hurried out of the room.

Poirot went swiftly to the telephone. He flicked over the pages of the telephone directory and asked for a number.

‘Allo—Allo—is that the Durham Hotel. Can you tell me if Mrs Tanios is in? What? T A N I O S. Yes, that is right. Yes? Yes? Oh, I see.’

He replaced the receiver.

‘Mrs Tanios left the hotel this morning early. She returned at eleven, waited in the taxi whilst her luggage was brought down and drove away with it.’

‘Does Tanios know she took away her luggage?’

‘I think not as yet.’

‘Where has she gone?’

‘Impossible to tell.’

‘Do you think she will come back here?’

‘Possibly. I cannot tell.’

‘Perhaps she will write.’

‘Perhaps.’

‘What can we do?’

Poirot shook his head. He looked worried and distressed.

‘Nothing at the moment. A hasty lunch and then we will go and see Theresa Arundell.’

‘Do you believe it was her on the stairs?’

‘Impossible to tell. One thing I made sure of [543] to make sure of – убеждаться —Miss Lawson could not have seen her face. She saw a tall figure in a dark dressing-gown, that is all.’

‘And the brooch.’

‘My dear friend, a brooch is not part of a person’s anatomy! It can be detached from that person. It can be lost—or borrowed—or even stolen.’

‘In other words you don’t want to believe Theresa Arundell guilty.’

‘I want to hear what she has to say on the matter.’

‘And if Mrs Tanios comes back?’

‘I will arrange for that.’

George brought in an omelette.

‘Listen, George,’ said Poirot. ‘If that lady comes back, you will ask her to wait. If Dr Tanios comes while she is here on no account [544] on no account – ни в коем случае let him in. If he asks if his wife is here, you will tell him she is not. You understand?’