The Murder of Roger Ackroyd / Убийство Роджера Экройда

In the mildest manner he conveyed an impression that more was wanted.

‘Thought I saw – a woman disappearing into the bushes. Just a gleam of white, you know. Must have been mistaken. It was while I was standing at the corner of the terrace that I heard Ackroyd’s voice speaking to that secretary of his.’

‘Speaking to Mr Geoffrey Raymond?’

‘Yes – that’s what I supposed at the time. Seems I was wrong.’

‘Mr Ackroyd didn’t address him by name?’

‘Oh, no.’

‘Then, if I may ask, why did you think-?’

Blunt explained laboriously.

‘Took it for granted that it would be Raymond, because he had said just before I came out that he was taking some papers to Ackroyd. Never thought of it being anybody else.’

‘Can you remember what the words you heard were?’

‘Afraid I can’t. Something quite ordinary and unimportant. only caught a scrap of it. I was thinking of something else at the time.’

‘It is of no importance,’ murmured Poirot. ‘did you move a chair back against the wall when you went into the study after the body was discove-

red?’

‘Chair? No, why should I?’

Poirot shrugged his shoulders but did not answer.

He turned to Flora.

‘There is one thing I should like to know from you, mademoiselle. When you were examining the things in the silver table with dr Sheppard, was the dagger in its place, or was it not?’

Flora’s chin shot up.

‘Inspector Raglan has been asking me that,’ she said resentfully. ‘I’ve told him, and I’ll tell you. I’m perfectly certain the dagger was not there.

He thinks it was and that ralph sneaked it later in the evening. And – and he doesn’t believe me. He thinks I’m saying it so – to shield Ralph.’

‘And aren’t you?’ I asked gravely.

Flora stamped her foot.

‘You, too, dr Sheppard! oh! it’s too bad.’

Poirot tactfully made a diversion.

‘It is true what I heard you say, Major Blunt. There is something that glitters in this pond. Let us see if I can reach it.’

He knelt down by the pond, baring his arm to the elbow, and lowered it in very slowly, so as not to disturb the bottom of the pond.

But in spite of all his precautions the mud eddied and swirled, and he was forced to draw his arm out again empty-handed.

He gazed ruefully at the mud upon his arm. I offered him my handkerchief, which he accepted with fervent protestations of thanks. Blunt looked at his watch.

‘Nearly lunch time,’ he said. ‘We’d better be getting back to the house.