"Первый роман Агаты Кристи, первая книга про Эркюля Пуаро, капитана Артура Гастингса и инспектора Джеппа" (цитата из Википедии)

As the motor drove away, Mrs. Cavendish suddenly detached herself from the group, and moved across the drive to the lawn to meet a tall bearded man who had been evidently making for the house. The colour rose in her cheeks as she held out her hand to him.
'Who is that?' I asked sharply, for instinctively I distrusted the man.
'That's Dr. Bauerstein,' said John shortly.
'And who is Dr. Bauerstein?'
'He's staying in the village doing a rest cure, after a bad nervous breakdown. He's a London specialist; a very clever man - one of the greatest living experts on poisons, I believe.'

'Clever man, Bauerstein. Great authority on toxicology, I believe.'

The medical evidence was next taken. There was a breathless hush, and every eye was fixed on the famous London specialist, who was known to be one of the greatest authorities of the day on the subject of toxicology.

'Hullo!' I said, looking out of the window. 'Here's Dr. Bauerstein. I believe you're right about that man, Poirot. I don't like him.'
'He is clever," observed Poirot meditatively.
'Oh, clever as the devil!..'

'I tell you, Mary, I won't have it!'
Mary's voice came, cool and liquid: 'Have you any right to criticize my actions?'
'It will be the talk of the village! My mother was only buried on Saturday, and here you are gadding about with the fellow.'
'Oh,' she shrudded her shoulders, "if it is only village gossip that you mind!'
'But it isn't. I've had enough of the fellow hanging about. He's a Polish Jew, anyway.'
'A tinge of Jewish blood is not a bad thing. It leavens the' - she looked at him - 'stolid stupidity of the ordinary Englishman.'

'...He's admittedly one of the world's greatest toxicologists - '
'One of the world's greatest what? Say it again.'
'He knows more about poisons than almost anybody,' I explained.

'Do you mean to say,' I asked, slowly adapting myself to the new idea, 'that Dr. Bauerstein is a spy?'
Poirot nodded. 'Have you never suspected it?'
'It never entered my head.'
'It did not strike you as peculiar that a famous London doctor should bury himself in a little village like this, and should be in the habit of walking about at all hours of the night, fully dressed?'
'No,' I confessed, 'I never thought of such a thing.'
'He is, of course, a German by birth,' said Poirot thoughtfully, "though he has practiced so long in this country that nobody thinks of him as anything but an Englishman. He was naturalized about fifteen years ago. A very clever man - a Jew, of course.'
'The blackguard! I cried indignantly.
'Not at all. He is, on the contrary, a patriot. Think what he stands to lose. I admire the man myself.'
But I could not look at it in Poirot's philosophical way. 'And this is the man with whom Mrs. Cavendish has been wandering about all over the country!' I cried indignantly.
'Yes. I should fancy he had found her very useful,' remarked Poirot. 'So long as gossip busied itself in coupling their names together, any other vagaries of the doctor's passed unobserved.'

He, by the way, had been acquitted of the charge brought against him. Nevertheless, although he had been too clever for them this time, and the charge of espionage could not be brought home to him, his wings were pretty well clipped for the future.

'...Even John and his wife are reconciled.'
'Thanks to me.'
'How do you mean - thanks to you?'
'My dear friend, do you not realize that it was simply and solely the trial which has brought them together again? That John Cavendish still loved his wife, I was convinced. Also, that she was equally in love with him. But they had drifted very far apart. It all arose from a misunderstanding. She married him without love. He knew it. He is a sensitive man in his way, he would not force himself upon her if she did not want him. And, as he withdrew, her love awoke. But they are both unusually proud, and their pride held them inexorably apart. He drifted into an entaglement with Mrs. Raikes, and she deliberately cultivated the friendship of Dr. Bauerstein...'

Могут ли быть/Могли ли быть раньше в реальной жизни или хотя бы только в Англии столь странные отношения между людьми (мужем и женой!) или это авторская ненаучная фантастика?

Посмотрела экранизацию 1990 года - одну из серий британского телесериала «Agatha Christie’s Poirot». Близко к книге и неплохо снято. Правда, кое-какие детали упущены и доктора Бауэрстайна нет ((((. Меня фильм заинтересовал скорее обилием разных чисто английских деталей :)
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