The Murder of Roger Ackroyd / Убийство Роджера Экройда

This fellow doesn’t seem out after kudos, does he? Would work in with us unobtrusively, eh?’

‘To the greater glory of inspector Raglan,’ I said solemnly.

‘Well, well,’ said colonel Melrose breezily in a louder voice, ‘we must put you wise to the latest developments, M. Poirot.’

‘I thank you,’ said Poirot. ‘My friend, doctor Sheppard, said something of the butler being suspected?’

‘That’s all bunkum,’ said raglan instantly. ‘These highclass servants get in such a funk that they act suspiciously for nothing at all.

’

‘The fingerprints?’ I hinted.

‘Nothing like Parker’s.’ he gave a faint smile, and added: ‘And yours and Mr Raymond’s don’t fit either, doctor.’

‘What about those of captain Ralph Paton?’ asked Poirot quietly.

I felt a secret admiration of the way he took the bull by the horns. I saw a look of respect creep into the inspector’s eye.

‘I see you don’t let the grass grow under your feet, Mr Poirot. It will be a pleasure to work with you, I’m sure. We’re going to take that young gentleman’s fingerprints as soon as we can lay hands upon him.

’

‘I can’t help thinking you’re mistaken, Inspector,’ said colonel Melrose warmly. ‘I’ve known Ralph Paton from a boy upward. he’d never stoop to murder.’

‘Maybe not,’ said the inspector tonelessly.

‘What have you got against him?’ I asked.

‘Went out just on nine o’clock last night. Was seen in the neighbourhood of Fernly Park somewhere about nine-thirty. Not been seen since. Believed to be in serious money difficulties.

I’ve got a pair of his shoes here – shoes with rubber studs in them. he had two pairs, almost exactly alike. I’m going up now to compare them with those footmarks. The constable is up there seeing that no one tampers with them.’

‘We’ll go at once,’ said colonel Melrose. ‘You and M. Poirot will accompany us, will you not?’

We assented, and all drove up in the colonel’s car. The inspector was anxious to get at once to the footmarks, and asked to be put down at the lodge.

About half-way up the drive, on the right, a path branched off which led round to the terrace and the window of Ackroyd’s study.

‘Would you like to go with the inspector, M. Poirot,’ asked the chief constable, ‘or would you prefer to examine the study?’

Poirot chose the latter alternative. Parker opened the door to us. his manner was smug and deferential, and he seemed to have recovered from his panic of the night before.