加勒比海之谜(英文版)-第24部分
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ortunately her unsatisfactory husband died; drank too much at a party one night and stepped in front of a bus。 Esther had a daughter to support and she went back to her secretarial job。 She's been with me five years。 I made it quite clear to her from the start that she need have no expectations from me in the event of my death。 I paid her from the start a very large salary; and that salary I've augmented by as much as a quarter as much again each year。 However decent and honest people are; one should never trust anybody。 That's why I told Esther quite clearly that she'd nothing to hope for from my death。 Every year I live she'll get a bigger salary。 If she puts most of that aside every yearand that's what I think she has doneshe'll be quite a welltodo woman by the time I kick the bucket。 I've made myself responsible for her daughter's schooling and I've put a sum in trust for the daughter which she'll get when she es of age。 So Mrs。 Esther Walters is very fortably placed。 My death; let me tell you; would mean a serious financial loss to her。〃 He looked very hard at Miss Marple。 〃She fully realises all that。 She's very sensible; Esther is。〃
〃Do she and Jackson get on?〃 asked Miss Marple。
Mr。 Rafiel shot a quick glance at her。 〃Noticed something; have you?〃 he said。 〃Yes; I think Jackson's done a bit of tomcatting around; with an eye in her direction; especially lately。 He's a goodlooking chap; of course; but he hasn't cut any ice in that direction。 For one thing; there's class distinction。 She's just a cut above him。 Not very much。 If she was really a cut above him it wouldn't matter; but the lower middle classthey're very particular。 Her mother was a schoolteacher and her father a bank clerk。 No; she won't make a fool of herself about Jackson。 Dare say he's after her little nest egg; but he won't get it。〃
〃Hushshe's ing now!〃 said Miss Marple。
They both looked at Esther Walters as she came along the hotel path towards them。
〃She's quite a goodlooking girl; you know;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel; 〃but not an atom of glamour。 I don't know why; she's quite nicely turned out。〃
Miss Marple sighed; a sigh that any woman will give however old at what might be considered wasted opportunities。 What was lacking in Esther had been called by so many names during Miss Marple's span of existence; 〃Not really attractive to men。〃 〃No S。A。〃 〃Lacks ehither in her eye。〃 Fair hair; good plexion; hazel eyes; quite a good figure; pleasant smile; but lacking that something that makes a man's head turn when he passes a woman in the street。
〃She ought to get married again;〃 said Miss Marple; lowering her voice。
〃Of course she ought。 She'd make a man a good wife。〃
Esther Walters joined them and Mr。 Rafiel said; in a slightly artificial voice。 〃So there you are at last! What's been keeping you?〃
〃Everyone seemed to be sending cables this morning;〃 said Esther。 〃What with that; and people trying to check out〃
〃Trying to check out; are they? A result of this murder business?〃
〃I suppose so。 Poor Tim Kendal is worried to death。〃
〃And well he might be。 Bad luck for that young couple; I must say。〃
〃I know。 I gather it was rather a big undertaking for them to take on this place。 They've been worried about making a success of it。 They were doing very well; too。〃
〃They were doing a good job;〃 agreed Mr。 Rafiel。 〃He's very capable and a damned hard worker。 She's a very nice girlattractive too。 They've both worked like blacks; though that's an odd term to use out here; for blacks don't work themselves to death at all; so far as I can see。 Was looking at a fellow shinning up a coconut tree to get his breakfast; then he goes to sleep for the rest of the day。 Nice life。〃
He added; 〃We've been discussing the murder here。〃
Esther Walters looked slightly startled。 She turned her head towards Miss Marple。
〃I've been wrong about her;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel; with characteristic frankness。 〃Never been much of a one for the old pussies。 All knitting wool and tittletattle。 But this one's got something。 Eyes and ears; and she uses them。〃
Esther Walters looked apologetically at Miss Marple; but Miss Marple did not appear to take offence。
〃That's really meant to be a pliment; you know;〃 Esther explained。
〃I quite realise that;〃 said Miss Marple。 〃I realise; too; that Mr。 Rafiel is privileged; or thinks he is。〃
〃What do you meanprivileged?〃 asked Mr。 Rafiel。
〃To be rude if you want to be rude;〃 said Miss Marple。
〃Have I been rude?〃 said Mr。 Rafiel; surprised。 〃I'm sorry if I've offended you。〃
〃You haven't offended me;〃 said Miss Marple; 〃I make allowances。〃
〃Now; don't be nasty。 Esther; get a chair and bring it here。 Maybe you can help。〃
Esther walked a few steps to the balcony of the bungalow and brought over a light basket chair。
〃We'll go on with our consultation;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃We started with old Palgrave; deceased; and his eternal stories。〃
〃Oh dear;〃 sighed Esther。 〃I'm afraid I used to escape from him whenever I could。〃
〃Miss Marple was more patient;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃Tell me; Esther; did he ever tell you a story about a murderer?〃
〃Oh yes;〃 said Esther。 〃Several times。〃
〃What was it exactly? Let's have your recollection。〃
〃Well〃 Esther paused to think。 〃The trouble is;〃 she said apologetically; 〃I didn't really listen very closely。 You see; it was rather like that terrible story about the lion in Rhodesia which used to go on and on。 One did get rather in the habit of not listening。〃
〃Well; tell us what you do remember。〃
〃I think it arose out of some murder case that had been in the papers。 Major Palgrave said that he'd had an experience not every person had had。 He'd actually met a murderer face to face。〃
〃Met?〃 Mr。 Rafiel exclaimed。 〃Did he actually use the word 'Met'?〃
Esther looked confused。 〃I think so。〃 She was doubtful。 〃Or he may have said; 'I can point you out a murderer'。〃
〃Well; which was it? There's a difference。〃
〃I can't really be sure。。。 I think he said he'd show me a picture of someone。〃
〃That's better。〃
〃And then he talked a lot about Lucrezia Bia。〃
〃Never mind about Lucrezia Bia。 We know all about her。〃
〃He talked about poisoners and that Lucrezia was very beautiful and had red hair。 He said there were probably far more women poisoners going about the world than anyone knew。〃
〃That I fear is quite likely;〃 said Miss Marple。
〃And he talked about poison being a woman's weapon。〃
〃Seems to have been wandering from the point a bit;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。
〃Well; of course; he always did wander from the point in his stories。 And then one used to stop listening and just say 'Yes' and 'Really?' and 'You don't say so'。〃
〃What about this picture he was going to show you?〃
〃I don't remember。 It may have been something he'd seen in the paper〃
〃He didn't actually show you a snapshot?〃
〃A snapshot? No。〃 She shook her head。 〃I'm quite sure of that。 He did say that she was a goodlooking woman; and you'd never think she was a murderer to look at her。〃
〃She?〃
〃There you are;〃 exclaimed Miss Marple。 〃It makes it all so confusing。〃
〃He was talking about a woman?〃 Mr。 Rafiel asked。
〃Oh yes。〃
〃The snapshot was a snapshot of a woman?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃It can't have been!〃
〃But it was;〃 Esther persisted。 〃He said 'She's here in this island。 I'll point her out; and then I'll tell you the whole story。'〃
Mr。 Rafiel swore。 In saying what he thought of the late Major Palgrave he did not mince his words。
〃The probabilities are;〃 he finished; 〃that not a word of anything he said was true!〃
〃One does begin to wonder;〃 Miss Marple murmured。
〃So there we are;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃The old booby started telling you hunting tales。 Pig sticking; tiger shooting; elephant hunting; narrow escapes from lions。 One or two of them might have been fact。 Several of them were fiction; and others had happened to somebody else! Then he gets on to the subject of murder and he tells one murder story to cap another murder story。 And what's more he tells them all as if they'd happened to him。 Ten to one most of them were a hash up of what he'd read in the paper; or seen on T。V。。〃
He turned accusingly on Esther。 〃You admit that you weren't listening closel