夜雨聆风She paused and then addressed Norton: ‘You’re very silent, Mr Norton.
Is anything the matter? You look –
you look scared. You haven’t seen the ghost of old Mrs Whoever-it-was?’
Norton started. ‘No, no. I haven’t seen any ghosts. I – I was just thinkingof something.’
It was at that moment that Curtiss came through the doorway wheelingPoirot in his invalid chair.
He stopped with it in the hall, preparatory to taking his master out andcarrying him up the stairs.
Poirot, his eyes suddenly alert, looked from one to the other of us.
He said sharply: ‘What is it? Is anything the matter?’
None of us answered for a minute, then Barbara Franklin said with alittle artificial laugh: ‘No, of course not. What should be the matter? It’sjust – perhaps thunder coming? I – oh dear – I’m terribly tired. Bring thosethings up, will you, Captain Hastings? Thank you so much.’
