The Murder of Roger Ackroyd / Убийство Роджера Экройда

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‘You will lunch with us, M. Poirot?’ asked Flora. ‘I should like you to meet my mother. She is – very fond of Ralph.’

The little man bowed.

‘I shall be delighted, mademoiselle.’

‘And you will stay, too, won’t you, dr Sheppard?’

I hesitated.

‘Oh, do!’

I wanted to, so I accepted the invitation without further ceremony.

We set out towards the house, Flora and Blunt walking ahead.

‘What hair,’ said Poirot to me in a low tone, nodding towards Flora. ‘The real gold! They will make a pretty couple.

I looked at him inquiringly, but he began to fuss about a few microscopic drops of water on his coat sleeve. The man reminded me in some ways of a cat. his green eyes and his finicking habits.

‘And all for nothing, too,’ I said sympathetically. ‘I wonder what it was in the pond?’

‘Would you like to see?’ asked Poirot. I stared at him. He nodded. ‘My good friend,’ he said gently and reproachfully, ‘Hercule Poirot does not run the risk of disarranging his costume without being sure of attaining his object.

‘But you brought your hand out empty,’ I objected.

‘There are times when it is necessary to have discretion. do you tell your patients everything – but everything, doctor? I think not. Nor do you tell your excellent sister everything either, is it not so? Before showing my empty hand, I dropped what it contained into my other hand.

He held out his left hand, palm open. On it lay a little circlet of gold. A woman’s wedding ring.

I took it from him.

‘Look inside,’ commanded Poirot.

I did so. Inside was an inscription in fine writing:

From R., March 13th.

I looked at Poirot, but he was busy inspecting his appearance in a tiny pocket glass. he paid particular attention to his moustaches, and none at all to me. I saw that he did not intend to be communicative.

Chapter 10

The Parlourmaid

We found Mrs Ackroyd in the hall. With her was a small dried-up little man, with an aggressive chin and sharp grey eyes, and ‘lawyer’ written all over him.

‘Mr Hammond is staying to lunch with us,’ said Mrs Ackroyd. ‘you know Major Blunt, Mr hammond? And dear doctor Sheppard – also a close friend of poor Roger’s. And, let me see-’

She paused, surveying Hercule Poirot in some perplexity.

‘This is M.