Причуда мертвеца / Dead Man's Folly. Книга для чтения на английском языке

) доверься богу, но порох держи сухим (т. е. на бога надейся, но сам не плошай).]’

�Well, well…’ Alec Legge seemed amused. �Most unexpected coming from you. Do you know what I should like to see done in this country?’

�Something, no doubt, forceful and unpleasant,’ said Poirot, smiling.

Alec Legge remained serious.

�I should like to see every feebleminded person put out—right out! Don’t let them breed. If, for one generation, only the intelligent were allowed to breed, think what the result would be.

’

�A very large increase of patients in the psychiatric wards, perhaps,’ said Poirot dryly. �One needs roots as well as flowers on a plant, Mr Legge. However large and beautiful the flowers, if the earthy roots are destroyed there will be no more flowers.’ He added in a conversational tone: �Would you consider Lady Stubbs a candidate for the lethal chamber[51 - candidate for the lethal chamber – кандидатка на усыпление]?’

�Yes, indeed.

What’s the good of a woman like that? What contribution has she ever made to society? Has she ever had an idea in her head that wasn’t of clothes or furs or jewels? As I say, what good is she?’

�You and I,’ said Poirot blandly, �are certainly much more intelligent than Lady Stubbs. But’—he shook his head sadly—�it is true, I fear, that we are not nearly so ornamental.

’

�Ornamental…’ Alec was beginning with a fierce snort, but he was interrupted by the re-entry of Mrs Oliver and Captain Warburton through the window.

CHAPTER 4

�You must come and see the clues and things for the Murder Hunt, M. Poirot,’ said Mrs Oliver breathlessly.

Poirot rose and followed them obediently.

The three of them went across the hall and into a small room furnished plainly as a business office.

�Lethal weapons to your left,’ observed Captain Warburton, waving his hand towards a small baize-covered card table. On it were laid out a small pistol, a piece of lead piping with a rusty sinister stain on it, a blue bottle labelled Poison, a length of clothes line and a hypodermic syringe.

�Those are the Weapons,’ explained Mrs Oliver, �and these are the Suspects.’

She handed him a printed card which he read with interest.