破镜谋杀案37

时间：2025-11-25 09:45:51

（单词翻译:单击）

The good-looking young American glanced round him in a puzzled way.

The ramifications of the housing estate perplexed him.

He addressed himself politely to an old lady with white hair and pink

cheeks who seemed to be the only human being in sight.

“Excuse me, ma’am, but could you tell me where to find Blenheim

Close?”

The old lady considered him for a moment. He had just begun to won-

der if she was deaf, and had prepared himself to repeat his demand in a

louder voice, when she spoke.

“Along here to the right, then turn left, second to the right again, and

straight on. What number do you want?”

“No. 16.” He consulted a small piece of paper. “Gladys Dixon.”

“That’s right,” said the old lady. “But I believe she works at the Helling-

forth Studios. In the canteen. You’ll find her there if you want her.”

“She didn’t turn up this morning,” explained the young man. “I want to

get hold of her to come up to Gossington Hall. We’re very shorthanded

there today.”

“Of course,” said the old lady. “The butler was shot last night, wasn’t

he?”

The young man was slightly staggered by this reply.

“I guess news gets round pretty quickly in these parts,” he said.

“It does indeed,” said the old lady. “Mr. Rudd’s secretary died of some

kind of seizure yesterday, too, I understand.” She shook her head. “Ter-

rible. Quite terrible. What are we coming to?”

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