Смерть на Ниле / Death on the Nile

The three lookers-on were silent watching the passengers come ashore. Poirot gazed with interest at the subject of the remarks of his companions. He murmured:

‘She is beautiful.’

‘Some people have got everything,’ said Rosalie bitterly.

There was a queer grudging expression on her face as she watched the other girl come up the gangplank.

Linnet Doyle was looking as perfectly turned out as if she were stepping on to the centre of the stage in a revue. She had something too of the assurance of a famous actress.

She was aware of the keen glances bent upon her – and at the same time almost unaware of them; such tributes were part of her life.

She came ashore playing a role, even though she played it unconsciously. The rich, beautiful society bride on her honeymoon. She turned, with a little smile and a light remark, to the tall man by her side. He answered, and the sound of his voice seemed to interest Hercule Poirot.

The couple passed close to him. He heard Simon Doyle say:

‘We’ll try and make time for it, darling. We can easily stay a week or two if you like it here.’

His face was turned towards her, eager, adoring, a little humble.

Poirot’s eyes ran over him thoughtfully – the square shoulders, the bronzed face, the dark blue eyes, the rather childlike simplicity of the smile.

‘Lucky devil,’ said Tim after they had passed. ‘Fancy finding an heiress who hasn’t got adenoids and flat feet!’

‘They look frightfully happy,’ said Rosalie with a note of envy in her voice. She said suddenly, but so low that Tim did not catch the words: ‘It isn’t fair.’

Poirot heard, however. He had been frowning somewhat perplexedly, but now he flashed a quick glance towards her.

Tim said:

‘I must collect some stuff for my mother now.’

He raised his hat and moved off.

‘So it is not fair, Mademoiselle?’ asked Poirot gently.

The girl flushed angrily.

‘I don’t know what you mean.’

‘I am repeating what you said just now under your breath. Oh, yes, you did.’

Rosalie Otterbourne shrugged her shoulders.

‘It really seems a little too much for one person.