“If you will forgive my saying so, it seems somewhat of a waste of time. Whether or not I liked Mr. Ratchett’s face does not seem likely to be helpful in finding out who killed him.”
“Do you know who the man Ratchett really was, Mademoiselle?”
She nodded. “Mrs. Hubbard has been telling everyone.”
“And what do you think of the Armstrong affair?”
“It was quite abominable,” said the girl crisply.
Poirot looked at her thoughtfully.
“You are travelling from Baghdad, I believe, Miss Debenham
“Yes.”
“To London
“Yes.”
“What have you been doing in Baghdad
“I have been acting as governess to two children
“Are you returning to your post after your holiday
“I am not sure
“Why is that
“Baghdad is rather out of things
governess ['vns] sure [] suitable ['s(j)u:tbl]
“You are travelling from Baghdad, I believe, Miss Debenham?”
“Yes.”
“To London?”
“Yes.”
“What have you been doing in Baghdad?”
“I have been acting as governess to two children.”
“Are you returning to your post after your holiday?”
“I am not sure.”
“Why is that?”
“Baghdad is rather out of things. I think I should prefer a post in London if I can hear of a suitable one.”
“I see
Miss Debenham did not reply
“What is your opinion of the lady who shares your compartment
“She seems a pleasant
married ['maerd] glance [l:ns] impertinent [m'p:tnnt]
creature ['kri:t]
“I see. I thought, perhaps, you might be going to be married.”
Miss Debenham did not reply. She raised her eyes and looked Poirot full in the face. The glance said plainly: “You are impertinent.”
“What is your opinion of the lady who shares your compartment — Miss Ohlsson?”
“She seems a pleasant, simple creature.”
“What colour is her dressing-gown
Mary Debenham stared