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1、Chapter 1 A THEATRICAL PARTYThe memory of the public is short. Already the intense interest and excitement aroused by the murder of George Alfred St. Vincent Marsh, fourth Baron Edgware, is a thing past and forgotten. Newer sensations have taken its place. My friend, Hercule Poirot, was never openly
2、 mentioned in connection with the case. This, I may say, was entirely in accordance with his own wishes. He did not choose to appear in it. The credit went elsewhere and that is how he wished it to be. Moreover, from Poirots own peculiar private point of view, the case was one of his failures. He al
3、ways swears that it was the chance remark of a stranger in the street that put him on the right track. However that may be, it was his genius that discovered the truth of the affair. But for Hercule Poirot I doubt if the crime would have been brought home to its perpetrator. I feel therefore that th
4、e time has come for me to set down all I know of the affair in black and white. I know the ins and outs of the case thoroughly and I may also mention that I shall be fulfilling the wishes of a very fascinating lady in so doing. I have often recalled that day in Poirots prim neat little sitting-room
5、when, striding up and down a particular strip of carpet, my little friend gave us his masterly and astounding resum of the case. I am going to begin my narrative where he did on that occasion - at a London theatre in June of last year. Carlotta Adams was quite the rage in London at that moment. The
6、year before she had given a couple of matinees which had been a wild success. This year she had a three weeks season of which this was the last night but one. Carlotta Adams was an American girl with the most amazing talent for single-handed sketches unhampered by make-up or scenery. She seemed to s
7、peak every language with ease. Her sketch of an evening in a foreign hotel was really wonderful. In turn, American tourists, German tourists, middle-class English families, questionable ladies, impoverished Russian aristocrats and weary discreet waiters all flitted across the scene. Her sketches wen
8、t from grave to gay and back again. Her dying Czecho-Slovakian woman in hospital brought a lump to the throat. A minute later we were rocking with laughter as a dentist plied his trade and chatted amiably with his victims. Her programme closed with what she announced as Some Imitations. Here again,
9、she was amazingly clever. Without make-up of any kind, her features seemed to dissolve suddenly and re-form themselves into those of a famous politician, or a well-known actress, or a society beauty. In each character she gave a short typical speech. These speeches, by the way, were remarkably cleve
10、r. They seemed to hit off every weakness of the subject selected. One of her last impersonations was Jane Wilkinson - a talented young American actress well known in London. It was really very clever. Inanities slipped off her tongue charged with some powerful emotional appeal so that in spite of yo
11、urself you felt that each word was uttered with some potent and fundamental meaning. Her voice, exquisitely toned, with a deep husky note in it, was intoxicating. The restrained gestures, each strangely significant, the slightly swaying body, the impression even, of strong physical beauty - how she
12、did it, I cannot think! I had always been an admirer of the beautiful Jane Wilkinson. She had thrilled me in her emotional parts, and I had always maintained in face of those who admitted her beauty but declared she was no actress, that she had considerable histrionic powers. It was a little uncanny
13、 to hear that well-known, slightly husky voice with the fatalistic drop in it that had stirred me so often, and to watch that seemingly poignant gesture of the slowly closing and unclosing hand, and the sudden throw back of the head with the hair shaken back from the face that I realised she always
14、gave at the close of a dramatic scene. Jane Wilkinson was one of those actresses who had left the stage on her marriage only to return to it a couple of years later. Three years ago she had married the wealthy but slightly eccentric Lord Edgware. Rumour went that she left him shortly afterwards. At
15、any rate eighteen months after the marriage, she was acting for the films in America, and had this season appeared in a successful play in London. Watching Carlotta Adams clever but perhaps slightly malicious imitation, it occurred to me to wonder how such imitations were regarded by the subject sel
16、ected. Were they pleased at the notoriety - at the advertisement it afforded? Or were they annoyed at what was, after all, a deliberate exposing of the tricks of their trade? Was not Carlotta Adams in the position of the rival conjurer who says: Oh! this is an old trick! Very simple. Ill show you ho
17、w this ones done! I decided that if I were the subject in question, I should be very much annoyed. I should, of course, conceal my vexation, but decidedly I should not like it. One would need great broad-mindedness and a distinct sense of humour to appreciate such a merciless expose. I had just arri
18、ved at these conclusions when the delightful husky laugh from the stage was echoed from behind me. I turned my head sharply. In the seat immediately behind mine, leaning forward with her lips slightly parted, was the subject of the present imitation - Lady Edgware, better known as Jane Wilkinson. I
19、realised immediately that my deductions had been all wrong. She was leaning forward, her lips parted, with an expression of delight and excitement in her eyes. As the imitation finished, she applauded loudly, laughing and turning to her companion, a tall extremely good-looking man, of the Greek god
20、type, whose face I recognised as one better known on the screen than on the stage. It was Bryan Martin, the hero of the screen most popular at the moment. He and Jane Wilkinson had been starred together in several screen productions. Marvellous, isnt she? Lady Edgware was saying. He laughed. Jane -
21、you look all excited. Well, she really is too wonderful! Heaps better than I thought shed be. I did not catch Bryan Martins amused rejoinder. Carlotta Adams had started on a fresh improvisation. What happened later is, I shall always think, a very curious coincidence. After the theatre, Poirot and I
22、 went on to supper at the Savoy. At the very next table to ours were Lady Edgware, Bryan Martin. and two other people whom I did not know. I pointed them out to Poirot and, as I was doing so, another couple came and took their places at the table beyond that again. The womans face was familiar and y
23、et strangely enough, for the moment I could not place it. Then suddenly I realised that it was Carlotta Adams at whom I was staring! The man I did not know. He was well-groomed, with a cheerful, somewhat vacuous face. Not a type that I admire. Carlotta Adams was dressed very inconspicuously in black
24、. Hers was not a face to command instant attention or recognition. It was one of those mobile sensitive faces that pre-eminently lend themselves to the art of mimicry. It could take on an alien character easily, but it had no very recognisable character of its own. I imparted these reflections of mi
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