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Crooked House / Скрюченный домишко. Книга для чтения на английском языке
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Something clicked in my brain. I remembered Sophia’s quotation. I suddenly remembered the whole verse of the nursery rhyme:
There was a crooked man and he went a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence beside a crooked stile.
He had a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
I said to Taverner:
‘How does she strike you—Mrs Leonides? What do you think of her?’
He replied slowly:
‘It’s hard to say—very hard to say. She’s not easy. Very quiet—so you don’t know what she’s thinking. But she likes living soft—that I’ll swear I’m right about. Puts me in mind, you know, of a cat, a big pur ring lazy cat… Not that I’ve anything against cats. Cats are all right…’
He sighed.
‘What we want,’ he said, ‘is evidence.’
Yes, I thought, we all wanted evidence that Mrs Leonides had poisoned her husband. Sophia wanted it, and I wanted it, and Chief Inspector Taverner wanted it.
Then everything in the garden would be lovely!
But Sophia wasn’t sure, and I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t think Chief Inspector Taverner was sure either.
Chapter 4
On the following day I went down to Three Gables with Taverner.
My position was a curious one. It was, to say the least of it, quite unorthodox. But the Old Man has never been highly orthodox.
I had a certain standing. I had worked with the Special Branch at the Yard during the early days of the war.
This, of course, was entirely different—but my earlier performances had given me, so to speak, a certain official standing.
My father said:
‘If we’re ever going to solve this case, we’ve got to get some inside dope[40 - inside dope – неофициальная информация]. We’ve got to know all about the people in that house. We’ve got to know them from the inside– not the outside. You’re the man who can get that for us.’
I didn’t like that. I threw my cigarette end into the grate as I said:
‘I’m a police spy? Is that it? I’m to get the inside dope from Sophia whom I love and who both loves and trusts me, or so I believe.’
The Old Man became quite irritable. He said sharply:
‘For heaven’s sake don’t take the commonplace view. To begin with, you don’t believe, do you, that your young woman murdered her grand father?’
‘Of course not. The idea’s absolutely absurd.’
‘Very well—we don’t think so either. She’s been away for some years, she has always been on perfectly amicable terms with him. She has a very generous income and he would have been, I should say, delighted to hear of her engagement to you and would probably have made a handsome marriage settlement[41 - marriage settlement – приданое] on her. We don’t suspect her. Why should we? But you can make quite sure of one thing. If this thing isn’t cleared up, that girl won’t marry you. From what you’ve told me I’m fairly sure of that. And mark this, it’s the kind of crime that may never be cleared up. We may be reasonably sure that the wife and her young man were in cahoots[42 - to be in cahoots with – быть в сговоре] over it—but proving it will be another matter. There’s not even a case to put up to the DPP[43 - DPP = Director of Public Prosecutions – генеральный прокурор] so far. And unless we get definite evidence against her, there’ll always be a nasty doubt. You see that, don’t you?’
Yes, I saw that.
The Old Man then said quietly:
‘Why not put it to her?’
‘You mean—ask Sophia if I—’ I stopped.
The Old Man was nodding his head vigorously.
‘Yes, yes. I’m not asking you to worm your way in[44 - worm one's way in – втереться в доверие к к.-л.] without telling the girl what you’re up to. See what she has to say about it.’
And so it came about that the following day I drove down with Chief Inspector Taverner and Detective Sergeant Lamb to Swinly Dean.
A little way beyond the golf course, we turned in at a gateway where I imagined that before the war there had been an imposing pair of gates. Patriotism or ruthless requisitioning had swept these away. We drove up a long curving drive flanked with rhododendrons and came out on a gravelled sweep in front of the house.
It was incredible! I wondered why it had been called Three Gables. Eleven Gables would have been more apposite! The curious thing was that it had a strange air of being distorted—and I thought I knew why. It was the type, really, of a cottage, it was a cottage swollen out[45 - to swell out – раздуться] of all proportion. It was like looking at a country cottage through a gigantic magnifying-glass. The slant-wise beams, the half-timbering, the gables—it was a little that had grown like a mushroom in the night!
Yet I got the idea. It was a Greek restaurateur’s idea of something English. It was meant to be an Englishman’s home—built the size of a castle! I wondered what the first Mrs Leonides had thought of it. She had not, I fancied, been consulted or shown the plans. It was, most probably, her exotic husband’s little surprise. I wondered if she had shuddered or smiled.
Apparently she had lived there quite happily.
‘Bit overwhelming, isn’t it?’ said Inspector Taverner. ‘Of course, the old gentleman built on to it a good deal—making it into three separate houses, so to speak, with kitchensand everything. It’s all tip-top inside, fitted up[46 - to fit up – оборудовать] like a luxury hotel.’
Sophia came out of the front door. She was hatless and wore a green shirt and a tweed skirt.
She stopped dead when she saw me.
‘You?’ she exclaimed.
I said:
‘Sophia, I’ve got to talk to you. Where can we go?’
For a moment I thought she was going to demur, then she turned and said: ‘This way.’
We walked down across the lawn. There was a fine view across Swinly Dean’s No 1 course—away to a clump of pine trees on a hill, and beyond it, to the dimness of hazy countryside.
Sophia led me to a rock-garden, now somewhat neglected, where there was a rustic wooden seat of great discomfort, and we sat down.
‘Well?’ she said.
Her voice was not encouraging.
I said my piece—all of it.
She listened very attentively. Her face gave little indication of what she was thinking, but when I came at last to a full stop, she sighed. It was a deep sigh.
‘Your father,’ she said, ‘is a very clever man.’
There was a crooked man and he went a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence beside a crooked stile.
He had a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
I said to Taverner:
‘How does she strike you—Mrs Leonides? What do you think of her?’
He replied slowly:
‘It’s hard to say—very hard to say. She’s not easy. Very quiet—so you don’t know what she’s thinking. But she likes living soft—that I’ll swear I’m right about. Puts me in mind, you know, of a cat, a big pur ring lazy cat… Not that I’ve anything against cats. Cats are all right…’
He sighed.
‘What we want,’ he said, ‘is evidence.’
Yes, I thought, we all wanted evidence that Mrs Leonides had poisoned her husband. Sophia wanted it, and I wanted it, and Chief Inspector Taverner wanted it.
Then everything in the garden would be lovely!
But Sophia wasn’t sure, and I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t think Chief Inspector Taverner was sure either.
Chapter 4
On the following day I went down to Three Gables with Taverner.
My position was a curious one. It was, to say the least of it, quite unorthodox. But the Old Man has never been highly orthodox.
I had a certain standing. I had worked with the Special Branch at the Yard during the early days of the war.
This, of course, was entirely different—but my earlier performances had given me, so to speak, a certain official standing.
My father said:
‘If we’re ever going to solve this case, we’ve got to get some inside dope[40 - inside dope – неофициальная информация]. We’ve got to know all about the people in that house. We’ve got to know them from the inside– not the outside. You’re the man who can get that for us.’
I didn’t like that. I threw my cigarette end into the grate as I said:
‘I’m a police spy? Is that it? I’m to get the inside dope from Sophia whom I love and who both loves and trusts me, or so I believe.’
The Old Man became quite irritable. He said sharply:
‘For heaven’s sake don’t take the commonplace view. To begin with, you don’t believe, do you, that your young woman murdered her grand father?’
‘Of course not. The idea’s absolutely absurd.’
‘Very well—we don’t think so either. She’s been away for some years, she has always been on perfectly amicable terms with him. She has a very generous income and he would have been, I should say, delighted to hear of her engagement to you and would probably have made a handsome marriage settlement[41 - marriage settlement – приданое] on her. We don’t suspect her. Why should we? But you can make quite sure of one thing. If this thing isn’t cleared up, that girl won’t marry you. From what you’ve told me I’m fairly sure of that. And mark this, it’s the kind of crime that may never be cleared up. We may be reasonably sure that the wife and her young man were in cahoots[42 - to be in cahoots with – быть в сговоре] over it—but proving it will be another matter. There’s not even a case to put up to the DPP[43 - DPP = Director of Public Prosecutions – генеральный прокурор] so far. And unless we get definite evidence against her, there’ll always be a nasty doubt. You see that, don’t you?’
Yes, I saw that.
The Old Man then said quietly:
‘Why not put it to her?’
‘You mean—ask Sophia if I—’ I stopped.
The Old Man was nodding his head vigorously.
‘Yes, yes. I’m not asking you to worm your way in[44 - worm one's way in – втереться в доверие к к.-л.] without telling the girl what you’re up to. See what she has to say about it.’
And so it came about that the following day I drove down with Chief Inspector Taverner and Detective Sergeant Lamb to Swinly Dean.
A little way beyond the golf course, we turned in at a gateway where I imagined that before the war there had been an imposing pair of gates. Patriotism or ruthless requisitioning had swept these away. We drove up a long curving drive flanked with rhododendrons and came out on a gravelled sweep in front of the house.
It was incredible! I wondered why it had been called Three Gables. Eleven Gables would have been more apposite! The curious thing was that it had a strange air of being distorted—and I thought I knew why. It was the type, really, of a cottage, it was a cottage swollen out[45 - to swell out – раздуться] of all proportion. It was like looking at a country cottage through a gigantic magnifying-glass. The slant-wise beams, the half-timbering, the gables—it was a little that had grown like a mushroom in the night!
Yet I got the idea. It was a Greek restaurateur’s idea of something English. It was meant to be an Englishman’s home—built the size of a castle! I wondered what the first Mrs Leonides had thought of it. She had not, I fancied, been consulted or shown the plans. It was, most probably, her exotic husband’s little surprise. I wondered if she had shuddered or smiled.
Apparently she had lived there quite happily.
‘Bit overwhelming, isn’t it?’ said Inspector Taverner. ‘Of course, the old gentleman built on to it a good deal—making it into three separate houses, so to speak, with kitchensand everything. It’s all tip-top inside, fitted up[46 - to fit up – оборудовать] like a luxury hotel.’
Sophia came out of the front door. She was hatless and wore a green shirt and a tweed skirt.
She stopped dead when she saw me.
‘You?’ she exclaimed.
I said:
‘Sophia, I’ve got to talk to you. Where can we go?’
For a moment I thought she was going to demur, then she turned and said: ‘This way.’
We walked down across the lawn. There was a fine view across Swinly Dean’s No 1 course—away to a clump of pine trees on a hill, and beyond it, to the dimness of hazy countryside.
Sophia led me to a rock-garden, now somewhat neglected, where there was a rustic wooden seat of great discomfort, and we sat down.
‘Well?’ she said.
Her voice was not encouraging.
I said my piece—all of it.
She listened very attentively. Her face gave little indication of what she was thinking, but when I came at last to a full stop, she sighed. It was a deep sigh.
‘Your father,’ she said, ‘is a very clever man.’
