The Murder of Roger Ackroyd / Убийство Роджера Экройда

‘Stabbed from be’ind,’ he murmured. ‘’orrible!’

He wiped his moist brow with his handkerchief, then stretched out a gingerly hand towards the hilt of the dagger.

‘You mustn’t touch that,’ I said sharply. ‘Go at once to the telephone and ring up the police station. Inform them of what has happened. Then tell Mr Raymond and Major Blunt.’

‘Very good, sir.’

Parker hurried away, still wiping his perspiring brow.

I did what little had to be done. I was careful not to disturb the position of the body, and not to handle the dagger at all.

Then I heard young Raymond’s voice, horror-stricken and incredulous, outside.

‘What do you say? Oh! Impossible! Where’s the doctor?’

He appeared impetuously in the doorway, then stopped dead, his face very white. A hand put him aside, and hector Blunt came past him into the room.

‘My god!’ said raymond from behind him; ‘it’s true, then.’

Blunt came straight on till he reached the chair.

‘Nothing must be moved,’ I explained. ‘The police must see him exactly as he is now.’

Blunt nodded in instant comprehension. his face was expressionless as ever, but I thought I detected signs of emotion beneath the stolid mask. Geoffrey Raymond had joined us now, and stood peering over Blunt’s shoulder at the body.

‘This is terrible,’ he said in a low voice.

He had regained his composure, but as he took off the pince-nez he habitually wore and polished them I observed that his hand was shaking.

‘Robbery, I suppose,’ he said. ‘How did the fellow get in? Through the window? Has anything been taken?’

He went towards the desk.

‘You think it’s burglary?’ I said slowly.

‘What else could it be? There’s no question of suicide, I suppose?’

‘No man could stab himself in such a way,’ I said confidently.

‘Roger hadn’t an enemy in the world,’ said Blunt quietly. ‘Must have been burglars. But what was the thief after? Nothing seems to be disarranged?’

He looked round the room. Raymond was still sorting the papers on the desk.

‘There seems nothing missing, and none of the drawers show signs of having been tampered with,’ the secretary observed at last. ‘It’s very mysterious.