Hallowe'en Party / Вечеринка на Хэллоуин. Книга для чтения на английском языке

�And there was water on the sheet. I mean, if the child’s head was pushed under water, there would be a lot of water splashed about.’

�Oh yes. Even while the bobbing was going on, the bucket had to be filled up once or twice.’

�So the person who did it? That person also would have got wet, one would think.’

�Yes, yes, I suppose so.’

�That was not specially noticed?’

�No, no, the Inspector asked me about that. You see, by the end of the evening nearly everyone was a bit dishevelled or damp or floury.

There doesn’t seem to be any useful clues there at all. I mean, the police didn’t think so.’

�No,’ said Poirot. �I suppose the only clue was the child herself. I hope you will tell me all you know about her.’

�About Joyce?’

Mrs Drake looked slightly taken aback. It was as though Joyce in her mind had by now retreated so far out of things that she was quite surprised to be reminded of her.

�The victim is always important,’ said Poirot.

�The victim, you see, is so often the cause of the crime.’

�Well, I suppose, yes, I see what you mean,’ said Mrs Drake, who quite plainly did not. �Shall we come back to the drawing-room?’

�And then you will tell me about Joyce,’ said Poirot.

They settled themselves once more in the drawing-room.

Mrs Drake was looking uncomfortable.

�I don’t know really what you expect me to say, Monsieur Poirot,’ she said. �Surely all information can be obtained quite easily from the police or from Joyce’s mother.

Poor woman, it will be painful for her, no doubt, but—’

�But what I want,’ said Poirot, �is not a mother’s estimate of a dead daughter. It is a clear, unbiased opinion from someone who has a good knowledge of human nature. I should say, Madame, that you your self have been an active worker in many welfare and social fields here. Nobody, I am sure, could sum up more aptly the character and disposition of someone whom you know.

’

�Well—it is a little difficult. I mean, children of that age—she was thirteen, I think, twelve or thirteen—are very much alike at a certain age.’

�Ah no, surely not,’ said Poirot. �There are very great differences in character, in disposition. Did you like her?’

Mrs Drake seemed to find the question embar rassing.

�Well, of course I—I liked her. I mean, well, I like all children. Most people do.