Смерть на Ниле / Death on the Nile

Then Simon said suddenly, his face going very red as he spoke:

‘It’s – it’s infamous that she should be victimized like this! She’s done nothing! If anyone likes to say I behaved like a cad, they’re welcome to say so! I suppose I did. But I won’t have the whole thing visited on Linnet. She had nothing whatever to do with it.’

Poirot bowed his head gravely but said nothing.

‘Did you – er – have you – talked to Jackie – Miss de Bellefort?’

‘Yes, I have spoken with her.

’

‘Did you get her to see sense?’

‘I’m afraid not.’

Simon broke out irritably.

‘Can’t she see what an ass she’s making of herself? Doesn’t she realize that no decent woman would behave as she is doing? Hasn’t she got any pride or self-respect?’

Poirot shrugged his shoulders.

‘She has only a sense of – injury, shall we say?’ he replied.

‘Yes, but damn it all, man, decent girls don’t behave like this! I admit I was entirely to blame.

I treated her damned badly and all that. I should quite understand her being thoroughly fed up with me and never wishing to see me again. But this following me round – it’s – it’s indecent! Making a show of herself! What the devil does she hope to get out of it?’

‘Perhaps – revenge!’

‘Idiotic! I’d really understand better if she’d tried to do something melodramatic – like taking a pot shot at me.

’

‘You think that would be more like her – yes?’

‘Frankly I do. She’s hot-blooded – and she’s got an ungovernable temper. I shouldn’t be surprised at her doing anything while she was in a white-hot rage. But this spying business-’ He shook his head.

‘It is more subtle – yes! It is intelligent!’

Doyle stared at him.

‘You don’t understand. It’s playing hell with Linnet’s nerves.’

‘And yours?’

Simon looked at him with momentary surprise.

‘Me? I’d like to wring the little devil’s neck.’

‘There is nothing, then, of the old feeling left?’

‘My dear Monsieur Poirot – how can I put it? It’s like the moon when the sun comes out. You don’t know it’s there any more. When once I’d met Linnet – Jackie didn’t exist.’

‘Tiens, c’est dr?le, ?a!’ muttered Poirot.

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘Your simile interested me, that is all.