高尔夫球场谋杀案14

 ,The light was dim, the place was a mere rough wooden erection to keep old pots and tools in. I had entered impetuously, but on the threshold I checked myself, fascinated by the spectacle before me., ,Giraud was on his hands and knees, a pocket torch in his hand with which he was examining every inch of the ground. He looked up with a frown at my entrance, then his face relaxed a little in a sort of good-humoured contempt., ,“Ah, c’est l’Anglais! Enter then. Let us see what you can make of this affair.”,Rather stung by his tone, I stooped my head, and passed in., ,“There he is, ” said Giraud, flashing his torch to the far corner., ,I stepped across.,