ABC谋杀案 23

Twenty-two,NOT FROM CAPTAIN HASTINGS’ PERSONAL NARRATIVEIMr. Alexander Bonaparte Cust sat very still. His breakfast lay cold and untasted on his plate. Anewspaper was propped up against the teapot and it was this newspaper that Mr. Cust was readingwith avid interest.,Suddenly he got up, paced to and fro for a minute, then sank back into a chair by the window.,He buried his head in his hands with a stifled groan.,He did not hear the sound of the opening door. His landlady, Mrs. Marbury, stood in thedoorway.,“I was wondering, Mr. Cust, if you’d fancy a nice—why, whatever is it? Aren’t you feelingwell?”,“Nothing. It’s nothing at all, Mrs. Marbury. I’m not—feeling very well this morning. ”,Mrs. Marbury inspected the breakfast tray.,“So I see. You haven’t touched your breakfast. Is it your head troubling you again?
”,“No. At least, yes…I—I just feel a bit out of sorts.”,“Well, I’m sorry, I’m sure. You’ll not be going away today, then? ”,