-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Агата Кристи
-
- Убийство на поле для гольфа
-
- Стр. 219/284
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
I
started
,
I
had
not
realized
that
point
.
“
Of
course
,
”
I
said
.
“
The
second
dagger
we
found
in
the
tramp
was
Mrs
.
Renauld
’
s
.
There
were
two
,
then
.
”
“
Certainly
,
and
,
since
they
were
duplicates
,
it
stands
to
reason
that
Jack
Renauld
was
the
owner
.
But
that
would
not
trouble
me
so
much
.
In
fact
I
have
a
little
idea
as
to
that
.
No
,
the
worst
indictment
against
him
is
again
psychological
—
heredity
,
mon
ami
,
heredity
!
Like
father
,
like
son
—
Jack
Renauld
,
when
all
is
said
or
done
,
is
the
son
of
Georges
Conneau
”
His
tone
was
grave
and
earnest
,
and
I
was
impressed
in
spite
of
myself
.
“
What
is
your
little
idea
that
you
mentioned
just
now
?
”
I
asked
.
For
answer
,
Poirot
consulted
his
turnip
-
faced
watch
,
and
then
asked
:
“
What
time
is
the
afternoon
boat
from
Calais
?
”
“
About
five
,
I
believe
.
”
“
That
will
do
very
well
.
We
shall
just
have
time
.
”
