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作者:天马行空      更新:2022-08-21 16:32      字数:9321
  Cavendish was standing in the doorway。
  〃I have been visiting an old woman in the village;〃 she explained; 〃and
  as Lawrence told me you were with Monsieur Poirot I thought I would call
  for you。〃
  〃Alas; madame;〃 said Poirot; 〃I thought you had come to honour me
  with a visit!〃
  〃I will some day; if you ask me;〃 she promised him; smiling。
  〃That is well。      If you should need a father confessor; madame〃 she
  started ever so slightly〃remember; Papa Poirot is always at your service。〃
  She stared at him for a few minutes; as though seeking to read some
  deeper meaning into his words。           Then she turned abruptly away。
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  〃Come; will you not walk back with us too; Monsieur Poirot?〃
  〃Enchanted; madame。〃
  All the way to Styles; Mary talked fast and feverishly。              It struck me
  that in some way she was nervous of Poirot's eyes。
  The weather had broken; and the sharp wind was almost autumnal in
  its   shrewishness。    Mary   shivered   a   little;   and   buttoned   her   black   sports
  coat   closer。   The   wind   through   the   trees   made   a   mournful   noise;   like
  some great giant sighing。
  We walked up to the great door of Styles; and at once the knowledge
  came to us that something was wrong。
  Dorcas came running out to meet us。             She was crying and wringing
  her    hands。    I  was    aware   of  other   servants    huddled    together   in  the
  background; all eyes and ears。
  〃Oh; m'am! Oh; m'am! I don't know how to tell you〃
  〃What is it; Dorcas?〃 I asked impatiently。         〃Tell us at once。〃
  〃It's those wicked detectives。       They've arrested himthey've arrested
  Mr。 Cavendish!〃
  〃Arrested Lawrence?〃 I gasped。
  I saw a strange look come into Dorcas's eyes。
  〃No; sir。   Not Mr。 LawrenceMr。 John。〃
  Behind me; with a wild cry; Mary Cavendish fell heavily against me;
  and as I turned to catch her I met the quiet triumph in Poirot's eyes。
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  CHAPTER XI。 THE CASE FOR
  THE PROSECUTION
  The   trial   of   John   Cavendish   for   the   murder   of   his   stepmother   took
  place two months later。
  Of   the   intervening   weeks   I   will   say   little;   but   my   admiration   and
  sympathy went out unfeignedly to Mary Cavendish。                 She ranged herself
  passionately on her husband's side; scorning the mere idea of his guilt; and
  fought for him tooth and nail。
  I expressed my admiration to Poirot; and he nodded thoughtfully。
  〃Yes; she is of those women who show at their best in adversity。                It
  brings   out   all   that   is   sweetest   and   truest   in   them。 Her   pride   and   her
  jealousy have〃
  〃Jealousy?〃 I queried。
  〃Yes。    Have you not realized that she is an unusually jealous woman?
  As I was saying; her pride and jealousy have been laid aside。              She thinks
  of nothing but her husband; and the terrible fate that is hanging over him。〃
  He spoke very feelingly; and I looked at him earnestly; remembering
  that last afternoon; when he had been deliberating whether or not to speak。
  With his tenderness for 〃a woman's happiness;〃 I felt glad that the decision
  had been taken out of his hands。
  〃Even now;〃 I said; 〃I can hardly believe it。         You see; up to the very
  last minute; I thought it was Lawrence!〃
  Poirot grinned。
  〃I know you did。〃
  〃But John! My old friend John!〃
  〃Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend;〃 observed Poirot
  philosophically。     〃You cannot mix up sentiment and reason。〃
  〃I must say I think you might have given me a hint。〃
  〃Perhaps; mon ami; I did not do so; just because he *WAS   your   old
  friend。〃
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  I  was   rather   disconcerted     by  this;  remembering      how    I  had   busily
  passed     on   to  John   what    I  believed   to  be   Poirot's   views   concerning
  Bauerstein。      He;   by   the   way;   had   been   acquitted   of   the   charge   brought
  against him。      Nevertheless; although he had been too clever for them this
  time; and the charge of espionage could not be brought home to him; his
  wings were pretty well clipped for the future。
  I asked Poirot whether he thought John would be condemned。                   To my
  intense surprise; he replied that; on the contrary; he was extremely likely
  to be acquitted。
  〃But; Poirot〃 I protested。
  〃Oh; my friend; have I not said to you all along that I have no proofs。
  It is one thing to know that a man is guilty; it is quite another matter to
  prove him so。      And; in this case; there is terribly little evidence。         That is
  the whole trouble。       I; Hercule Poirot; know; but I lack the last link in my
  chain。     And   unless   I   can   find   that   missing   link〃   He   shook   his   head
  gravely。
  〃When did you first suspect John Cavendish?〃 I asked; after a minute
  or two。
  〃Did you not suspect him at all?〃
  〃No; indeed。〃
  〃Not after that fragment of conversation you overheard between Mrs。
  Cavendish and her mother…in…law; and her subsequent lack of frankness at
  the inquest?〃
  〃No。〃
  〃Did you not put two and two together; and reflect that if it was not
  Alfred Inglethorp who was quarrelling with his wifeand you remember;
  he strenuously denied it at the inquestit must be either Lawrence or John。
  Now;     if  it  was    Lawrence;      Mary    Cavendish's      conduct    was    just  as
  inexplicable。      But if; on the other hand; it was John; the whole thing was
  explained quite naturally。〃
  〃So;〃 I cried; a light breaking in upon me; 〃it was John who quarrelled
  with his mother that afternoon?〃
  〃Exactly。〃
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  〃And you have known this all along?〃
  〃Certainly。     Mrs。 Cavendish's behaviour could only be explained that
  way。〃
  〃And yet you say he may be acquitted?〃
  Poirot shrugged his shoulders。
  〃Certainly  I   do。    At   the   police   court   proceedings;   we  shall   hear   the
  case for the prosecution; but in all probability his solicitors will advise him
  to reserve his defence。       That will be sprung upon us at the trial。         Andah;
  by the way; I have a word of caution to give you; my friend。                  I must not
  appear in the case。〃
  〃What?〃
  〃No。    Officially; I have nothing to do with it。         Until I have found that
  last link in my chain; I must remain behind the scenes。                Mrs。 Cavendish
  must think I am working for her husband; not against him。〃
  〃I say; that's playing it a bit low down;〃 I protested。
  〃Not   at   all。 We   have   to   deal   with   a   most   clever   and   unscrupulous
  man;   and   we   must   use   any   means   in   our   power   otherwise   he   will   slip
  through   our   fingers。    That   is   why   I   have   been   careful   to   remain   in   the
  background。       All the discoveries have been made by Japp; and Japp will
  take all the credit。     If I am called upon to give evidence at all〃he smiled
  broadly 〃it will probably be as a witness for the defence。〃
  I could hardly believe my ears。
  〃It is quite en regle;〃 continued Poirot。         〃Strangely enough; I can give
  evidence that will demolish one contention of the prosecution。〃
  〃Which one?〃
  〃The one that relates to the destruction of the will。             John Cavendish
  did not destroy that will。〃
  Poirot was a true prophet。        I will not go into the details of the police
  court proceedings; as it involves many tiresome repetitions。               I will merely
  state   baldly   that   John   Cavendish     reserved    his  defence;    and   was   duly
  committed for trial。
  September found us all in London。            Mary took a house in Kensington;
  Poirot being included in the family party。
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  I   myself   had been given   a job   at the War   Office; so   was able   to   see
  them continually。
  As   the   weeks   went   by;   the   state   of   Poirot's   nerves   grew   worse   and
  worse。      That   〃last   link〃   he   talked   about   was   still   lacking。 Privately;