The Murder of Roger Ackroyd / Убийство Роджера Экройда

Somebody – I’ll just say somebody – could get that dagger any time he liked, and exactly when he got it doesn’t matter in the least. I’ll be coming up in the morning with the chief constable, Mr Raymond. until then, I’ll keep the key of that door. I want colonel Melrose to see everything exactly as it is. I happen to know that he’s dining out the other side of the county, and, I believe, staying the night…’

We watched the inspector take up the jar.

‘I shall have to pack this carefully,’ he observed.

‘It’s going to be an important piece of evidence in more ways than one.’

A few minutes later as I came out of the billiard room with Raymond, the latter gave a low chuckle of amusement. I felt the pressure of his hand on my arm, and followed the direction of his eyes. Inspector Davis seemed to be inviting Parker’s opinion of a small pocket diary.

‘A little obvious,’ murmured my companion. ‘So Parker is the suspect, is he? Shall we oblige Inspector Davis with a set of our fingerprints also?’

He took two cards from the card tray, wiped them with his silk handkerchief, then handed one to me and took the other himself.

Then, with a grin, he handed them to the police inspector.

‘Souvenirs,’ he said. ‘No. 1. dr Sheppard; No. 2, my humble self. one from Major Blunt will be forthcoming in the morning.’

Youth is very buoyant. even the brutal murder of his friend and employer could not dim Geoffrey Raymond’s spirits for long. Perhaps that is as it should be.

I do not know. I have lost the quality of resilience long since myself.

It was very late when I got back, and I hoped that Caroline would have gone to bed. I might have known better.

She had hot cocoa waiting for me, and whilst I drank it, she extracted the whole history of the evening from me. I said nothing of the blackmailing business, but contented myself with giving her the facts of the murder.

‘The police suspect Parker,’ I said, as I rose to my feet and prepared to ascend to bed.

‘There seems a fairly clear case against him.’

‘Parker!’ said my sister. ‘Fiddlesticks! That inspector must be a perfect fool. Parker indeed! Don’t tell me.’

With which obscure pronouncement we went up to bed.

Chapter 7

Learn My Neighbour’s Profession

On the following morning I hurried unforgivably over my round. My excuse can be that I had no very serious cases to attend. on my return Caroline came into the hall to greet me.