Зло под солнцем / Evil Under the Sun - стр. 25

Arlena. One couldn’t enjoy oneself with Arlena about. Why not? Well, she, Linda, couldn’t, anyway. You couldn’t be happy when there was a person there you – hated. Yes, hated. She hated Arlena.

Very slowly that black burning wave of hatred rose up again. Linda’s face went very white. Her lips parted a little. The pupils of her eyes contracted. And her fingers stiffened and clenched themselves…

Kenneth Marshall tapped on his wife’s door. When her voice answered, he opened the door and went in. Arlena was just putting the finishing touches on her toilet. She was dressed in glittering green and looked a little like a mermaid. She was standing in front of the glass applying mascara to her eyelashes.

She said: “Oh, it’s you. Ken.”

“Yes. I wondered if you were ready.”

“Just a minute.”

Kenneth Marshall strolled to the window. He looked out on the sea. His face, as usual, displayed no emotion of any kind. It was pleasant and ordinary.

Turning around, he said: “Arlena?”

“Yes?”

“You’ve met Redfern before, I gather?”

Arlena said easily: “Oh, yes, darling. At a cocktail party somewhere. I thought he was rather a pet.”