Смерть на Ниле / Death on the Nile - стр. 19

‘-it enchants me,’ he was saying. ‘The black rocks of Elephantine, and the sun, the little boats on the river. Yes, it is good to be alive.’ He paused and then added: ‘You do not find it so, Mademoiselle?’

Rosalie Otterbourne said shortly:

‘It’s all right, I suppose. I think Aswan’s a gloomy sort of place. The hotel’s half empty, and everyone’s about a hundred-’

She stopped – biting her lip.

Hercule Poirot’s eyes twinkled.

‘It is true, yes, I have one leg in the grave.’

‘I–I wasn’t thinking of you,’ said the girl. ‘I’m sorry. That sounded rude.’

‘Not at all. It is natural you should wish for young companions of your own age. Ah, well, there is one young man, at least.’

‘The one who sits with his mother all the time? I like her – but I think he looks dreadful – so conceited!’

Poirot smiled.

‘And I – am I conceited?’

‘Oh, I don’t think so.’

She was obviously uninterested – but the fact did not seem to annoy Poirot. He merely remarked with placid satisfaction:

‘My best friend says that I am very conceited.’

‘Oh, well,’ said Rosalie vaguely, ‘I suppose you have something to be conceited about. Unfortunately crime doesn’t interest me in the least.’

Poirot said solemnly:

‘I am delighted to learn that you have no guilty secret to hide.’

Just for a moment the sulky mask of her face was transformed as she shot him a swift questioning glance. Poirot did not seem to notice it as he went on.

‘Madame, your mother, was not at lunch today. She is not indisposed, I trust?’

‘This place doesn’t suit her,’ said Rosalie briefly. ‘I shall be glad when we leave.’

‘We are fellow passengers, are we not? We both make the excursion up to Wadi Halfa and the Second Cataract?’

‘Yes.’

They came out from the shade of the gardens on to a dusty stretch of road bordered by the river. Five watchful bead sellers, two vendors of postcards, three sellers of plaster scarabs, a couple of donkey boys and some detached but hopeful infantile riff-raff closed in upon them.

‘You want beads, sir? Very good, sir. Very cheap…’

‘Lady, you want scarab? Look – great queen – very lucky…’

‘You look, sir – real lapis. Very good, very cheap…’

‘You want ride donkey, sir? This very good donkey. This donkey Whiskey and Soda, sir…’

‘You want to go granite quarries, sir? This very good donkey. Other donkey very bad, sir, that donkey fall down…’

‘You want postcard – very cheap – very nice…’

‘Look, lady… Only ten piastres – very cheap – lapis – this ivory…’

‘This very good fly whisk – this all amber…’

‘You go out in boat, sir? I got very good boat, sir…’