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The Red House Mystery by A. A. Milne, CHAPTER V. Mr. Gillingham Chooses a New Profession

CHAPTER V. Mr. Gillingham Chooses a New Profession

As Cayley went over to the bell, Antony got up and moved to the door.

"Well, you won't want me, I suppose, inspector," he said. "No, thank you, Mr. Gillingham. You'll be about, of course?" "Oh, yes." The inspector hesitated.

"I think, Mr. Cayley, it would be better if I saw the servants alone. You know what they are; the more people about, the more they get alarmed. I expect I can get at the truth better by myself." "Oh, quite so. In fact, I was going to ask you to excuse me. I feel rather responsible towards these guests of ours. Although Mr. Gillingham very kindly—" He smiled at Antony, who was waiting at the door, and left his sentence unfinished. "Ah, that reminds me," said the Inspector. "Didn't you say that one of your guests—Mr. Beverley was it?—a friend of Mr. Gillingham's, was staying on?" "Yes; would you like to see him?" "Afterwards, if I may." "I'll warn him. I shall be up in my room, if you want me. I have a room upstairs where I work—any of the servants will show you. Ah, Stevens, Inspector Birch would like to ask you a few questions." "Yes, sir," said Audrey primly, but inwardly fluttering. The housekeeper's room had heard something of the news by this time, and Audrey had had a busy time explaining to other members of the staff exactly what he had said, and what she had said. The details were not quite established yet, but this much at least was certain: that Mr. Mark's brother had shot himself and spirited Mr. Mark away, and that Audrey had seen at once that he was that sort of man when she opened the door to him. She had passed the remark to Mrs. Stevens. And Mrs. Stevens—if you remember, Audrey—had always said that people didn't go away to Australia except for very good reasons. Elsie agreed with both of them, but she had a contribution of her own to make. She had actually heard Mr. Mark in the office, threatening his brother.

"You mean Mr. Robert," said the second parlour-maid. She had been having a little nap in her room, but she had heard the bang. In fact, it had woken her up—just like something going off, it was.

"It was Mr. Mark's voice," said Elsie firmly. "Pleading for mercy," said an eager-eyed kitchen-maid hopefully from the door, and was hurried out again by the others, wishing that she had not given her presence away. But it was hard to listen in silence when she knew so well from her novelettes just what happened on these occasions.

"I shall have to give that girl a piece of my mind," said Mrs. Stevens. "Well, Elsie?" "He said, I heard him say it with my own ears, 'It's my turn now,' he said, triumphant-like." "Well, if you think that's a threat, dear, you're very particular, I must say." But Audrey remembered Elsie's words when she was in front of Inspector Birch. She gave her own evidence with the readiness of one who had already repeated it several times, and was examined and cross-examined by the Inspector with considerable skill. The temptation to say, "Never mind about what you said to him," was strong, but he resisted it, knowing that in this way he would discover best what he said to her.

CHAPTER V. Mr. Gillingham Chooses a New Profession HOOFDSTUK V. Mr. Gillingham kiest een nieuw beroep ГЛАВА V. Мистер Гиллингем выбирает новую профессию BÖLÜM V. Bay Gillingham Yeni Bir Meslek Seçiyor

As Cayley went over to the bell, Antony got up and moved to the door. ||подошёл||||||||||||

"Well, you won't want me, I suppose, inspector," he said. "No, thank you, Mr. Gillingham. You'll be about, of course?" "Oh, yes." The inspector hesitated.

"I think, Mr. Cayley, it would be better if I saw the servants alone. You know what they are; the more people about, the more they get alarmed. I expect I can get at the truth better by myself." "Oh, quite so. In fact, I was going to ask you to excuse me. I feel rather responsible towards these guests of ours. Although Mr. Gillingham very kindly—" He smiled at Antony, who was waiting at the door, and left his sentence unfinished. "Ah, that reminds me," said the Inspector. "Didn't you say that one of your guests—Mr. Beverley was it?—a friend of Mr. Gillingham's, was staying on?" "Yes; would you like to see him?" "Afterwards, if I may." "I'll warn him. I shall be up in my room, if you want me. I have a room upstairs where I work—any of the servants will show you. Ah, Stevens, Inspector Birch would like to ask you a few questions." "Yes, sir," said Audrey primly, but inwardly fluttering. ||||||внутри себя|трепетный The housekeeper's room had heard something of the news by this time, and Audrey had had a busy time explaining to other members of the staff exactly what he had said, and what she had said. The details were not quite established yet, but this much at least was certain: that Mr. Mark's brother had shot himself and spirited Mr. Mark away, and that Audrey had seen at once that he was that sort of man when she opened the door to him. Подробности еще не выяснены, но по крайней мере в этом можно быть уверенным: брат мистера Марка застрелился и увез мистера Марка, а Одри, открыв ему дверь, сразу же убедилась, что он именно такой человек. She had passed the remark to Mrs. Stevens. Она сделала это замечание миссис Стивенс. And Mrs. Stevens—if you remember, Audrey—had always said that people didn't go away to Australia except for very good reasons. А миссис Стивенс—если ты помнишь, Одри—всегда говорила, что люди не уезжают в Австралию, если у них нет очень веских причин. Elsie agreed with both of them, but she had a contribution of her own to make. Элси согласилась с обеими, но у нее было и свое мнение. She had actually heard Mr. Mark in the office, threatening his brother.

"You mean Mr. Robert," said the second parlour-maid. She had been having a little nap in her room, but she had heard the bang. ||||||сон||||||||| In fact, it had woken her up—just like something going off, it was. ||||||||||срабатывающего|||

"It was Mr. Mark's voice," said Elsie firmly. |||Мистера Марка|||| "Pleading for mercy," said an eager-eyed kitchen-maid hopefully from the door, and was hurried out again by the others, wishing that she had not given her presence away. Умоляя|||||||||||||||||||||||она|||||| "Молю о пощаде", - с надеждой произнесла от дверей кухарка с горящими глазами и поспешила выйти вслед за остальными, жалея, что не выдала своего присутствия. But it was hard to listen in silence when she knew so well from her novelettes just what happened on these occasions. |||||||||||||||повести||||||

"I shall have to give that girl a piece of my mind," said Mrs. Stevens. "Well, Elsie?" "He said, I heard him say it with my own ears, 'It's my turn now,' he said, triumphant-like." |||||||||||Это||||||| "Well, if you think that's a threat, dear, you're very particular, I must say." But Audrey remembered Elsie's words when she was in front of Inspector Birch. She gave her own evidence with the readiness of one who had already repeated it several times, and was examined and cross-examined by the Inspector with considerable skill. |||||||||||||||||||допросили||||||||| The temptation to say, "Never mind about what you said to him," was strong, but he resisted it, knowing that in this way he would discover best what he said to her.