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Detective Ben. J. Farjeon Jefferson
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isbn 9780008156015
Автор произведения J. Farjeon Jefferson
Жанр Зарубежные детективы
Издательство HarperCollins
He watched Mr Sutcliffe pull a coloured handkerchief from his pocket as the policeman exclaimed truculently:
‘You’ll learn what I want to know for in two ticks, and never mind what they’ve told me. What’s your name?’
‘Brown,’ said Ben, noting the hue of the handkerchief.
Mr Sutcliffe blew his nose appreciatively, but Ben’s mind spun a little. He was Ben pretending to be Lynch pretending to be Brown. If Brown had to pretend to be anybody, he was lost!
‘Brown,’ repeated the policeman.
‘That’s it,’ agreed Ben. ‘Wot yer git at the seaside.’
‘Are you trying to be funny?’ demanded the policeman.
‘Yus, I feel funny,’ returned Ben, ‘bein’ hinterrupted in the middle o’ me work!’
Was he showing the right shade of emotion, the correct degree of temper? It was a problem that would have puzzled the most acute psychologist and the cleverest actor, and Ben was neither. All he banked on was that Harry Lynch must have possessed a pretty sizable temper when it was aroused, but that Harry Lynch was smart enough to keep it under control when—like Ben—he was pretending to be somebody else. ‘Yer know, wot I really want,’ reflected Ben, ‘is a nice long ’ollerday!’ Which, unfortunately, was the very last thing he was destined to get.
‘Oh, so you work, do you?’ observed the policeman, glancing around.
‘I ’aven’t bin arst fer the weekend,’ replied Ben.
‘What sort of work?’
‘Well, seein’ we’re in a kitching, I expeck it’s shoein’ ’orses.’
‘How long have you been here?’
‘’Arf-a-nour.’
‘Not in the kitchen, my man! Can’t you answer a thing properly? In your job!’
‘Well, ’ow am I ter know wotcher mean if yer don’t speak pline?’ grumbled Ben, again glancing over the policeman’s shoulder for a hint of the answer that would not conflict with previous evidence.
He had a queer, uncanny sensation, as Miss Warren quickly raised two fingers, that he was being assisted by the spirit of Harry Lynch and that alone he would have shown less cleverness. It was a humiliating thought, although it was redeemed by the knowledge that he was using a dead man’s brains to thwart his living associates.
‘Take your time, won’t you?’ said the policeman.
‘Well, I gotter think, ain’t I?’ retorted Ben. ‘I’ve bin ’ere a cupple o’ years.’
‘Two years, eh?’
‘Two was a cupple when I was a boy.’
‘Since you know as much about two, let’s get on to another sort. Ever heard of two o’clock?’
‘Yus.’
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