Вечеринка на Хэллоуин


Agatha c H RI STI E





                HALLOWE’EN PARTY







DETECTIVE STORY


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AGATHA CHRISTIE

HALLOWE’EN PARTY



    Кристи, Агата.
К82 Вечеринка в Хэллоуин : книга для чтения на английском языке / А. Кристи — Санкт-Петербург : КАРО, 2018. — 360 с. — (Detective story).


            ISBN 978-5-9925-1325-7.


        Детективный роман «Вечеринка в Хэллоуин» [1968] — одно из последних произведений Агаты Кристи о бельгийском сыщике Эркюле Пуаро. На сей раз в расследовании знаменитому детективу помогает Ариадна Оливер — альтер эго самой писательницы. Им предстоит вычислить убийцу тринадцатилетней девочки, которая была утоплена в самый разгар детского праздника на Хэллоуин.
        Неадаптированный текст на языке оригинала снабжен постраничными комментариями и словарем.

УДК 372.8
ББК 81.2 Англ

ISBN 978-5-9925-1325-7

Hallowe’en Party Copyright © 1969 Agatha Christie Limited.
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AGATHA CHRISTIE, POIROT and the Agatha Christie Signature are registered trade marks of Agatha Christie Limited in the UK and elsewhere. All rights reserved. © KAPO, 2018 Все права защищены

                  To P. G. Wodehouse whose books and stories have brightened my life for many years. Also, to show my pleasure in his having been kind enough to tell me that he enjoys my books.

            CHAPTER 1



    Mrs Ariadne Oliver had gone with the friend with whom she was staying, Judith Butler, to help with the preparations for a children’s party which was to take place that same evening.
    At the moment it was a scene of chaotic activity. Energetic women came in and out of doors moving chairs, small tables, flower vases, and carrying large quantities of yellow pumpkins which they disposed strategically in selected spots.
    It was to be a Hallowe’en¹ party for invited guests of an age group between ten and seventeen years old.
    Mrs Oliver, removing herself from the main group, leant against a vacant background of wall and held up a large yellow pumpkin, looking at it critically—'The last time I saw one of these,’ she said, sweeping back her grey hair from her prominent forehead, 'was in the United States last year—hundreds of them. All over the house. I’ve never seen so many pumpkins. As a matter

¹ Hallowe'en = Halloween — Хэллоуин, канун Дня всех святых, празднуется в ночь с 31 октября на 1 ноября

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of fact,’ she added thoughtfully, 'I’ve never really known the difference between a pumpkin and a vegetable marrow¹. What’s this one?'
    'Sorry, dear,' said Mrs Butler, as she fell over her friend’s feet.
    Mrs Oliver pressed herself closer against the wall.
    'My fault,’ she said. 'I’m standing about and getting in the way. But it was rather remarkable, seeing so many pumpkins or vegetable marrows, whatever they are. They were everywhere, in the shops, and in people’s houses, with candles or nightlights inside them or strung up. Very interesting really. But it wasn’t for a Hallowe'en party, it was Thanksgiving. Now I've always associated pumpkins with Hallowe’en and that’s the end of October. Thanksgiving comes much later, doesn’t it? Isn’t it November, about the third week in November? Anyway, here, Hallowe’en is definitely the 31st of October, isn't it? First Hallowe'en and then, what comes next? All Souls’ Day²? That’s when in Paris you go to cemeteries and put flowers on graves. Not a sad sort of feast. I mean, all the children go too, and enjoy themselves. You go to flower markets first and buy lots and lots of lovely flowers. Flowers never look so lovely as they do in Paris in the market there.'

¹ vegetable marrow — кабачок

² All Souls' Day — день всех святых, празднуется 1 ноября

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    A lot of busy women were falling over Mrs Oliver occasionally, but they were not listening to her. They were all too busy with what they were doing.
    They consisted for the most part of mothers, one or two competent spinsters; there were useful teenagers, boys of sixteen and seventeen climbing up ladders or standing on chairs to put decorations, pumpkins or vegetable marrows or brightly coloured witchballs¹ at a suitable elevation; girls from eleven to fifteen hung about in groups and giggled.
    And after All Souls’ Day and cemeteries,’ went on Mrs Oliver, lowering her bulk on to the arm of a settee, 'you have All Saints’ Day. I think I’m right?'
    Nobody responded to this question. Mrs Drake, a handsome middle-aged woman who was giving the party, made a pronouncement.
    'I’m not calling this a Hallowe’en party, although of course it is one really. I’m calling it the Eleven Plus party². It's that sort of age group. Mostly people who are leaving the Elms and going on to other schools.'
    'But that’s not very accurate, Rowena, is it?’ said Miss Whittaker, resetting her pince-nez on her nose disapprovingly.

¹ witchball — полый стеклянный шар, который, по английскому поверью, защищал от колдовства, злых духов и т. д. Использовался начиная с XVIII в.

² Eleven Plus party — вечеринка для детей начиная с 11 лет

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    Miss Whittaker as a local school-teacher was always firm on accuracy.
    'Because we’ve abolished the eleven-plus some time ago.’
    Mrs Oliver rose from the settee apologetically. 'I haven’t been making myself useful. I’ve just been sitting here saying silly things about pumpkins and vegetable marrows’—And resting my feet, she thought, with a slight pang of conscience¹, but without sufficient feeling of guilt to say it aloud.
    'Now what can I do next?’ she asked, and added, 'What lovely apples!’
    Someone had just brought a large bowl of apples into the room. Mrs Oliver was partial to apples.
    'Lovely red ones,’ she added.
    ‘They’re not really very good,’ said Rowena Drake. 'But they look nice and partified². That’s for bobbing for apples³. They’re rather soft apples, so people will be able to get their teeth into them better. Take them into the library, will you, Beatrice? Bobbing for apples always makes a mess with the water slopping over, but

¹ pang of conscience — укол совести

² partified — празднично выглядящий

³ bobbing for apples — традиционная в англоязычных странах игра на Хеллоуин, заключающаяся в попытке достать зубами яблоко из емкости с водой

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that doesn’t matter with the library carpet, it's so old. Oh! Thank you, Joyce.'
    Joyce, a sturdy thirteen-year-old, seized the bowl of apples. Two rolled off it and stopped, as though arrested by a witch’s wand, at Mrs Oliver’s feet.
    'You like apples, don't you,’ said Joyce. T read you did, or perhaps I heard it on the telly. You’re the one who writes murder stories, aren’t you?'
    ‘Yes,’ said Mrs Oliver.
    'We ought to have made you do something connected with murders. Have a murder at the party tonight and make people solve it.’
    ‘No, thank you,’ said Mrs Oliver. 'Never again.’
    'What do you mean, never again?'
    'Well, I did once, and it didn’t turn out much of a success,’ said Mrs Oliver.
    'But you’ve written lots of books,’ said Joyce, ‘you make a lot of money out of them, don't you?’
    ‘In a way,’ said Mrs Oliver, her thoughts flying to the Inland Revenue¹.
    ‘And you’ve got a detective who’s a Finn.’
    Mrs Oliver admitted the fact. A small stolid boy not yet, Mrs Oliver would have thought, arrived at the seniority of the eleven-plus, said sternly, 'Why a Finn?'

¹ Inland Revenue — Государственная налоговая служба Великобритании (в 2005 г. объединена с Государственной таможенно-акцизной службой)

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    'I’ve often wondered,’ said Mrs Oliver truthfully.
    Mrs Hargreaves, the organist's wife, came into the room breathing heavily, and bearing a large green plastic pail.
    'What about this,’ she said, 'for the apple bobbing? Kind of gay, I thought.’
    Miss Lee, the doctor’s dispenser¹, said, 'Galvanized bucket's better. Won't tip over so easily. Where are you going to have it, Mrs Drake?’
    ‘I thought the bobbing for apples had better be in the library. The carpet’s old there and a lot of water always gets spilt, anyway.'
    'All right. We’ll take them along. Rowena, here’s another basket of apples.’
    'Let me help,' said Mrs Oliver.
    She picked up the two apples at her feet. Almost without noticing what she was doing, she sank her teeth into one of them and began to crunch it. Mrs Drake abstracted the second apple from her firmly and restored it to the basket. A buzz of conversation broke out.
    'Yes, but where are we going to have the Snapdragon²?'

¹ doctor’s dispenser — фармацевт

² Snapdragon — традиционная в англоязычных странах игра: в широкую мелкую емкость клали изюминки по числу участников, наливали горячий бренди и поджигали его. Целью игры было достать изюминку и съесть ее, не обжегшись

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    'You ought to have the Snapdragon in the library, it’s much the darkest room.'
    ‘No, we’re going to have that in the dining-room.'
    'We'll have to put something on the table first.'
    ‘There’s a green baize to put on that and then the rubber sheet over it.'
    'What about the looking-glasses? Shall we really see our husbands in them¹?'
    Surreptitiously removing her shoes and still quietly champing at her apple, Mrs Oliver lowered herself once more on to the settee and surveyed the room full of people critically. She was thinking in her authoress's mind: 'Now, if I was going to make a book about all these people, how should I do it? They’re nice people, I should think, on the whole, but who knows?’
    In a way, she felt, it was rather fascinating not to know anything about them. They all lived in Woodleigh Common, some of them had faint tags attached to them in her memory because of what Judith had told her. Miss Johnson— something to do with the church, not the vicar’s sister. Oh no, it was the organist’s sister, of course. Rowena Drake, who seemed to run things in Woodleigh Common. The puffing woman who had

¹ What about the looking-glasses? Shall we really see our husbands in them? — традиционное гадание: считалось, что в зеркале девушка может увидеть лицо своего будущего мужа

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