He was silent for a minute or two (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΡΠ°Π» Ρ ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΄Π²Π΅: Β«ΠΎΠ½ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠ² Ρ ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΄Π²Π΅Β»). Then he said (Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»): "M. Poirot's the man for my money (ΠΌΡΡΠ΅ ΠΡΠ°ΡΠΎ β ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠΈΡ Π΄Π΅Π½Π΅Π³). I've got a plan (Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½). But we'll talk of that later (Π½ΠΎ ΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠ± ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ·ΠΆΠ΅)."
He went along the passage (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π» Π²Π΄ΠΎΠ»Ρ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΈΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ°) and tapped at the same door (ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΡΠ°Π» Π² ΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡ) as the doctor had entered (/Π² ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ/ Π²ΠΎΡΠ΅Π» Π΄ΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΡ).
I hesitated a moment (Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π±Π°Π»ΡΡ Ρ ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡ). The girl was staring in front of her (Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° ΡΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉ). "What are you thinking of, Miss Grey (ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π²Ρ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π΅ΡΠ΅, ΠΌΠΈΡΡ ΠΡΠ΅ΠΉ)?" She turned her eyes towards me (ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π²Π΅Π»Π° Π½Π° ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄: Β«ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π° ΠΊΠΎ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°Β»).
money ['mVnI], tap [t&p], hesitate ['hezIteIt]
"He's got a damned offensive manner," said Clarke. "Looks as though he knows everything β and what does he know? Nothing at all as far as I can make out."
He was silent for a minute or two. Then he said: "M. Poirot's the man for my money. I've got a plan. But we'll talk of that later."
He went along the passage and tapped at the same door as the doctor had entered.
I hesitated a moment. The girl was staring in front of her. "What are you thinking of, Miss Grey?" She turned her eyes towards me.
"I'm wondering (ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ) where he is now (Π³Π΄Π΅ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ), the murderer (ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΠ°), I mean (Ρ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Ρ Π² Π²ΠΈΠ΄Ρ). It's not twelve hours yet (Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΈ Π΄Π²Π΅Π½Π°Π΄ΡΠ°ΡΠΈ ΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠ² Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ: Β«ΡΡΠΎ Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ Π΄Π²Π΅Π½Π°Π΄ΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²Β») since it happened (Ρ ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ·ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ). Oh! aren't there any real clairvoyants (ΡΠ°Π·Π²Π΅ Π½Π΅Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΡ -Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ Π½Π°ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ΄ΡΡΠΈΡ ) who could see where he is now (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΈ Π±Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ, Π³Π΄Π΅ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ) and what he is doing (ΠΈ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°Π΅Ρ) β¦?"
"The police are searching β" I began (ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠΈΡ ΠΈΡΠ΅Ρ, β Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π» Ρ).
My commonplace words broke the spell (ΠΌΠΎΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΡΠ΅ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π° ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΡΡ). Thora Grey pulled herself together (Π’ΠΎΡΠ° ΠΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ).
"Yes," she said. "Of course (ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ)."
In her turn she descended the staircase (Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄Ρ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ Π»Π΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅). I stood there a moment longer (Ρ ΡΡΠΎΡΠ» ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠΎΠΉ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅) turning her words over in my mind (ΠΎΠ±Π΄ΡΠΌΡΠ²Π°Ρ Π΅Π΅ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π°: Β«ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ Π΅Π΅ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π° Π² ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠΌΠ΅Β»). A.B.C. Where was he now (Π³Π΄Π΅ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ)?
clairvoyant [, [email protected]' [email protected]], commonplace [' [email protected]], descend [dI'send]
"I'm wondering where he is now, the murderer, I mean. It's not twelve hours yet since it happened β¦ Oh! aren't there any real clairvoyants who could see where he is now and what he is doing?"
"The police are searching β " I began.
My commonplace words broke the spell. Thora Grey pulled herself together.
"Yes," she said. "Of course."
In her turn she descended the staircase. I stood there a moment longer turning her words over in my mind. A.B.C.. Where was he now?
XVI. (Not from Captain Hastings' Personal Narrative)
(Π½Π΅ ΠΈΠ· Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½Π° ΠΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ½Π³ΡΠ°)
Mr. Alexander Bonaparte Cust came out with the rest of the audience of the Torquay Pavilion (ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΠ»Π΅ΠΊΡΠ°Π½Π΄Ρ ΠΠΎΠ½Π°ΠΏΠ°ΡΡ ΠΠ°ΡΡ Π²ΡΡΠ΅Π» Ρ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΠ±Π»ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΈΠ· Π’ΠΎΡΠΊΠΈ ΠΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΡΠΎΠ½), where he had been seeing and hearing that highly emotional film (Π³Π΄Π΅ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π» ΠΈ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π» ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠΌΠΎΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠΌ), Not a Sparrow[28] (Π½ΠΈ Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ΅ΠΊ)β¦
He blinked a little (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠ³Π°Π» Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ) as he came out into the afternoon sunshine (ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π²ΡΡΠ΅Π» Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠ»Π½ΡΠ΅) and peered round him (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»ΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³) in that lost-dog fashion (Π² ΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΎΠ±Π°ΠΊΠΈ) that was characteristic of him (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π΅ΠΌΡ Ρ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠ½Π°).
He murmured to himself (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΠ°Π» ΠΏΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ): "It's an idea (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΡΡΠ»Ρ)."
Newsboys passed along crying out (ΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΡΠΈΡΠΊΠΈ-Π³Π°Π·Π΅ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΈΠΌΠΎ, Π²ΡΠΊΡΠΈΠΊΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ): "Latest (ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠ΅ /ΠΈΠ·Π²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΡ/) β¦ Homicidal Maniac at Churston (ΠΌΠ°Π½ΡΡΠΊ-ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΠ° Π² Π§Π΅ΡΡΡΠΎΠ½Π΅)β¦"
They carried placards (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠ»Π°ΠΊΠ°ΡΡ) on which was written (Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΎ): CHURSTON MURDER (ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΠΎΠ½ΡΠΊΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΎ). LATEST (ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠ΅ /ΠΈΠ·Π²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΡ/).
Mr. Cust fumbled in his pocket (ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ» Π² ΠΊΠ°ΡΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅), found a coin (Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π» ΠΌΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠΊΡ), and bought a paper (ΠΈ ΠΊΡΠΏΠΈΠ» Π³Π°Π·Π΅ΡΡ). He did not open it at once (ΠΎΠ½ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΠ» Π΅Π΅ ΡΡΠ°Π·Ρ).
Entering the Princess Gardens (Π²ΠΎΠΉΠ΄Ρ Π² ΠΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΠ°ΡΠ΄Π΅Π½Ρ), he slowly made his way to a shelter (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°Π» ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΡΡ ΠΊ Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΊΠ΅: Β«ΡΠΊΡΡΡΠΈΡΒ») facing Torquay harbour (ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΊ Π³Π°Π²Π°Π½ΠΈ Π’ΠΎΡΠΊΠΈ). He sat down and opened the paper (ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ΅Π» ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΡΠΊΡΡΠ» Π³Π°Π·Π΅ΡΡ).
audience ['O: [email protected]], placard ['pl&kA:d], fumble [fVmbl]
Mr. Alexander Bonaparte Cust came out with the rest of the audience of the Torquay Pavilion, where he had been seeing and hearing that highly emotional film, Not a Sparrow β¦
He blinked a little as he came out into the afternoon sunshine and peered round him in that lost-dog fashion that was characteristic of him.
He murmured to himself: "It's an idea."
Newsboys passed along crying out: "Latest β¦ Homicidal Maniac at Churston."
They carried placards on which was written: CHURSTON MURDER. LATEST.
Mr. Cust fumbled in his pocket, found a coin, and bought a paper. He did not open it at once.
Entering the Princess Gardens, he slowly made his way to a shelter facing Torquay harbour. He sat down and opened the paper.
There were big headlines (ΡΠ°ΠΌ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ Π·Π°Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠΈ):
SIR CARMICHAEL CLARKE MURDERED (ΡΡΡ ΠΠ°ΡΠΌΠ°ΠΉΠΊΠ» ΠΠ»Π°ΡΠΊ ΡΠ±ΠΈΡ)
TERRIBLE TRAGEDY AT CHURSTON (ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΡΡΠ°Π³Π΅Π΄ΠΈΡ Π² Π§Π΅ΡΡΡΠΎΠ½Π΅)
WORK OF A HOMICIDAL MANIAC (ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΠ° ΠΌΠ°Π½ΡΡΠΊΠ°-ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΡ)
And below them (Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ):
Only a month ago England was shocked and startled by the murder of a young girl (ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄ ΠΠ½Π³Π»ΠΈΡ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Π° ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π° ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΉ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΈ), Elizabeth Barnard (ΠΠ»ΠΈΠ·Π°Π±Π΅Ρ ΠΠ°ΡΠ½Π°ΡΠ΄), at Bexhill (Π² ΠΠ΅ΠΊΡΡ ΠΈΠ»Π»Π΅). It may be remembered (Π²Ρ, Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅: Β«ΡΡΠΎ, Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½ΡΡΒ») that an A.B.C. railway guide figured in the case (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅Π»Π΅Π·Π½ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠΆΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊ Β«ΠΠΉ-Π±ΠΈ-ΡΠΈΒ» ΡΠΈΠ³ΡΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π΅). An A.B.C. was also found by the dead body of Sir Carmichael Clarke (Β«ΠΠΉ-Π±ΠΈ-ΡΠΈΒ» Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π°ΠΉΠ΄Π΅Π½ Ρ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»Π° ΡΡΡΠ° ΠΠ°ΡΠΌΠ°ΠΉΠΊΠ»Π° ΠΠ»Π°ΡΠΊΠ°), and the police incline to the belief (ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠΈΡ ΡΠΊΠ»ΠΎΠ½Π½Π° Π²Π΅ΡΠΈΡΡ) that both crimes were committed by the same person (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ±Π° ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠΎΠΌ). Can it be possible (ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ Π»ΠΈ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΡΠΌ) that a homicidal murderer is going the round of our seaside resorts (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ°Π½ΡΡΠΊ-ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΠ° ΡΠ°Π·Π³ΡΠ»ΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΌΠΎΡΡΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΠΊΡΡΠΎΡΡΠ°ΠΌ)?
headline ['hedlaIn], startle [stA:tl], figure [' [email protected]]
There were big headlines:
SIR CARMICHAEL CLARKE MURDERED
TERRIBLE TRAGEDY AT CHURSTON
WORK OF A HOMICIDAL MANIAC
And below them:
Only a month ago England was shocked and startled by the murder of a young girl, Elizabeth Barnard, at Bexhill. It may be remembered that an A.B.C. railway guide figured in the case. An A.B.C. was also found by the dead body of Sir Carmichael Clarke, and the police incline to the belief that both crimes were committed by the same person. Can it be possible that a homicidal murderer is going the round of our seaside resorts?
A young man in flannel trousers (ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ Π²ΠΎ ΡΠ»Π°Π½Π΅Π»Π΅Π²ΡΡ Π±ΡΡΠΊΠ°Ρ ) and a bright blue aertex[29] shirt (ΠΈ ΡΡΠΊΠΎ-Π³ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΎΡΠ°ΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠ±Π°ΡΠΊΠ΅) who was sitting beside Mr. Cust (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ Ρ ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΠ°ΡΡΠΎΠΌ) remarked (Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»): "Nasty business β eh (ΠΎΡΠ²ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎ, Π΄Π°)?"