Английский язык с Агатой Кристи. Убийства по алфавиту
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Clarke sat quite still for a minute, then he said: "Rouge, impair, manque! — you win, M. Poirot. But it was worth trying!"
With an incredibly rapid motion, he whipped a small automatic from his pocket and held it to his head.
I gave a cry and involuntarily flinched as I waited for the report.
But no report came — the hammer clicked harmlessly.
Clarke stared at it in astonishment and uttered an oath.
"No, Mr. Clarke," said Poirot (нет, мистер Кларк). "You may have noticed (вы, вероятно, заметили) I had a new manservant today (что у меня сегодня новый слуга) — a friend of mine (мой друг) — an expert sneak thief (профессиональный
"You unutterable little jackanapes of a foreigner!" cried Clarke (вы, невыразимый маленький выскочка-иностранец! — закричал Кларк; jackanapes — обезьяна; выскочка), purple with rage (багровый от ярости).
"Yes, yes, that is how you feel (это то, как вы чувствуете = именно таковы ваши чувства по отношению ко мне). No, Mr. Clarke (нет, мистер Кларк), no easy death for you (никакой легкой смерти для вас). You told Mr. Cust (вы сказали мистеру Касту) that you had had near escapes from drowning (что дважды чуть не утонули). You know what that means (вы знаете, что это значит) — that you were born for another fate (что вы были рождены для другой судьбы)."
"You — "
born [b:n], thief [i:f], jackanapes ['aekneps]
"No, Mr. Clarke," said Poirot. "You may have noticed I had a new manservant today — a friend of mine — an expert sneak thief. He removed your pistol from your pocket, unloaded it, and returned it all without your being aware of the fact."
"You unutterable little jackanapes of a foreigner!" cried Clarke, purple with rage.
"Yes, yes, that is how you feel. No, Mr. Clarke, no easy death for you. You told Mr. Cust that you had had near escapes from drowning. You know what that means — that you were born for another fate."
"You — "
Words failed him (ему не хватило слов: «слова подвели его»). His face was livid (его лицо было злым; livid — синевато-багровый; злой, в ярости). His fists clenched menacingly (его кулаки угрожающе сжимались; menace — угроза, опасность; to menace — угрожать).
Two detectives from Scotland Yard emerged from the next room (два детектива из Скотланд-Ярда появились из соседней комнаты).
One of them was Crome (один из них был Кроум). He advanced (он приблизился) and uttered his time-honoured formula (и произнес освященную временем формулу; honour — слава; почтение, уважение): "I warn you (я предупреждаю вас) that anything you say may be used as evidence (что все, что вы скажете, может быть использовано как свидетельство)."
"He has said quite enough," said Poirot (он уже достаточно сказал), and he added to Clarke (и добавил Кларку): "You are very full of an insular superiority (вы полны островного = вызванного английской ограниченностью превосходства), but for myself (но,
menacingly ['mensl], formula ['f:mjl], sporting ['sp:t]
Words failed him. His face was livid. His fists clenched menacingly.
Two detectives from Scotland Yard emerged from the next room.
One of them was Crome. He advanced and uttered his time-honoured formula: "I warn you that anything you say may be used as evidence."
"He has said quite enough," said Poirot, and he added to Clarke: "You are very full of an insular superiority, but for myself I consider your crime not an English crime at all — not aboveboard — not sporting — "
XXXV. Finale
(Заключение)
I am sorry to relate that (к сожалению приходится рассказывать это: «мне жаль рассказывать это») as the door closed behind Franklin Clarke (когда дверь за Франклином Кларком закрылась) I laughed hysterically (я истерично засмеялся).
Poirot looked at me in mild surprise (Пуаро посмотрел на меня с легким удивлением).
"It's because you told him his crime was not sporting," I gasped (это потому, что вы сказали ему, что его преступление было неспортивным, — я задыхался /от смеха/).
"It was quite true (это было совершенной правдой). It was abominable (это было гнусно) — not so much the murder of his brother (не столько убийство его брата) — but the cruelty (сколько жестокость) that condemned an unfortunate man to a living death (которая приговорила несчастного человека к жалкому существованию: «живой смерти»). To catch a fox (поймать лиса) and put him in a box (и посадить его в ящик) and never let him go (и никогда не выпускать). That is not le sport (это не фр. спорт)!"
hysterically [hs'terkl], condemn [kn'dem], unfortunate [n'f:nt]
I am sorry to relate that as the door closed behind Franklin Clarke I laughed hysterically.
Poirot looked at me in mild surprise.
"It's because you told him his crime was not sporting," I gasped.
"It was quite true. It was abominable — not so much the murder of his brother — but the cruelty that condemned an unfortunate man to a living death. To catch a fox and put him in a box and never let him go. That is not le sport!"
Megan Barnard gave a deep sigh (Меган Барнард глубоко вздохнула).
"I can't believe it (я не могу поверить в это) — I can't (я не могу). Is it true (это правда)?"
"Yes, mademoiselle (да, мадемуазель). The nightmare is over (кошмар закончен)."
She looked at him (она посмотрела на него) and her colour deepened (и покраснела: «ее цвет стал более глубоким»).