尼罗河的惨案26

Thirteen,Hercule Poirot was just wiping the lather ¹ from his freshly shaved face when there was a quick tapon the door, and hard on top of it Colonel Race entered unceremoniously. He closed the doorbehind him.,He said: “Your instinct was quite correct. It’s happened.”,Poirot straightened up and asked sharply: “What has happened? ”,“Linnet Doyle’s dead—shot through the head last night.
”,Poirot was silent for a minute, two memories vividly ² before him—a girl in a garden at Assuansaying in a hard breathless voice: “I’d like to put my dear little pistol against her head and justpress the trigger,” and another more recent memory, the same voice saying: “One feels one can’tgo on—the kind of day when something breaks ”—and that strange momentary ³ flash of appeal inher eyes. What had been the matter with him not to respond to that appeal? He had been blind,deaf, stupid with his need for sleep….,Poirot shook his head.,Race acquiesced ⁵ in the gesture.,“I agree. One can pretty well rule that out. Well, man, it’s up to you. This is your show.
”,Poirot had been attiring ⁶ himself with a neat-fingered celerity. He said now: “I am at yourdisposal.”,The two men stepped out on the deck.,He always gets in a lather when he has an argument with his wife.当他与妻子发生争论时他总是很激动。,The speaker pictured the suffering of the poor vividly.演讲者很生动地描述了穷人的生活 。