The A B C Murders / Убийство по алфавиту. Книга для чтения на английском языке

And since then—I know very well what you will say—I am like the prima donna who makes positively the farewell performance! That farewell performance, it repeats itself an indefinite number of times!’

I laughed.

�In truth, it has been very like that. Each time I say: this is the end. But no, something else arises! And I will admit it, my friend, the retirement I care for it not at all. If the little grey cells are not exercised, they grow the rust.’

�I see,’ I said. �You exercise them in moderation.

’ �Precisely. I pick and choose. For Hercule Poirot nowadays only the cream of crime.’

�Has there been much cream about?’

�Pas mal[14 - Pas mal (фр.) – Порядочно]. Not long ago I had a narrow escape[15 - to have a narrow escape – чудом избежать чего-то].’

�Of failure?’

�No, no.’ Poirot looked shocked. �But I—I, Hercule Poirot, was nearly exterminated.’

I whistled.

�An enterprising murderer!’

�Not so much enterprising as careless,’ said Poirot.

�Precisely that—careless. But let us not talk of it. You know, Hastings, in many ways I regard you as my mascot.’

�Indeed?’ I said. �In what ways?’

Poirot did not answer my question directly. He went on:

�As soon as I heard you were coming over I said to myself: something will arise. As in former days we will hunt together, we two. But if so it must be no common affair. It must be something’—he waved his hands excitedly—�something recherché—delicate—fine…’ He gave the last untranslatable word its full flavour.

�Upon my word[16 - Upon my word – Честное слово], Poirot,’ I said. �Anyone would think you were ordering a dinner at the Ritz[17 - the Ritz – пятизвездочный отель в Лондоне].’

�Whereas one cannot command a crime to order? Very true.’ He sighed. �But I believe in luck—in destiny, if you will. It is your destiny to stand beside me and prevent me from committing the unforgivable error.

’

What do you call the unforgivable error?’

�Overlooking the obvious.’

I turned this over in my mind without quite seeing the point.

�Well,’ I said presently, smiling, �has this super crime turned up yet?’

�Pas encore[18 - Pas encore (фр.) – Еще нет]. At least—that is —’

He paused. A frown of perplexity creased his forehead.