沉睡的谋杀案24

时间：2026-01-29 07:44:08

（单词翻译:单击）

Giles met his wife on the seafront.

“Well?” he asked.

“He was here in Dillmouth at the time,” said Gwenda. “Back from India,

I mean. Because he gave me piggybacks. But he couldn’t have murdered

anyone—not possibly. He’s much too quiet and gentle. Very nice, really,

but the kind of person you never really notice. You know, they come to

parties, but you never notice when they leave. I should think he was

frightfully upright and all that, and devoted to his mother, and with a lot

of virtues. But from a woman’s point of view, terribly dull. I can see why

he didn’t cut any ice with Helen. You know, a nice safe person to marry—

but you don’t really want to.”

“Poor devil,” said Giles. “And I suppose he was just crazy about her.”

“Oh, I don’t know … I shouldn’t think so, really. Anyway, I’m sure he

wouldn’t be our malevolent murderer. He’s not my idea of a murderer at

all.”

“You don’t really know a lot about murderers, though, do you, my

sweet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well—I was thinking about quiet Lizzie Borden—only the jury said she

didn’t do it. And Wallace, a quiet man whom the jury insisted did kill his

wife, though the sentence was quashed on appeal. And Armstrong who

everybody said for years was such a kind unassuming fellow. I don’t be-

lieve murderers are ever a special type.”

“I really can’t believe that Walter Fane—”

Gwenda stopped.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

But she was remembering Walter Fane polishing his eyeglasses and the

queer blind stare of his eyes when she had first mentioned St. Catherine’s.

“Perhaps,” she said uncertainly, “he was crazy about her….”

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