The Murder of Roger Ackroyd / Убийство Роджера Экройда

Raymond opened the drawer, took out a round leather collar-box from the back of it, and opening it, drew out a thick wallet.

‘Here is the money,’ he said, taking out a fat roll of notes. ‘You will find the hundred intact, I know, for Mr Ackroyd put it in the collar-box in my presence last night when he was dressing for dinner, and of course it has not been touched since.’

Mr hammond took the roll from him and counted it. he looked up sharply.

‘A hundred pounds, you said. But there is only sixty here.

Raymond stared at him.

‘Impossible,’ he cried, springing forward. Taking the notes from the other’s hand, he counted them aloud.

Mr Hammond had been right. The total amounted to sixty pounds.

‘But – I can’t understand it,’ cried the secretary, bewildered.

Poirot asked a question.

‘You saw Mr Ackroyd put this money away last night when he was dressing for dinner? You are sure he had not paid away any of it already?’

‘I’m sure he hadn’t. He even said, “I don’t want to take a hundred pounds down to dinner with me.

‘Then the affair is very simple,’ remarked Poirot. ‘either he paid out that forty pounds some time last evening, or else it has been stolen.’

‘That’s the matter in a nutshell,’ agreed the inspector. he turned to Mrs Ackroyd. ‘Which of the servants would come in here yesterday evening?’

‘I suppose the housemaid would turn down the bed.’

‘Who is she? What do you know about her?’

‘She’s not been here very long,’ said Mrs Ackroyd.

‘I think we ought to clear this matter up,’ said the inspector. ‘If Mr Ackroyd paid that money away himself, it may have a bearing on the mystery of the crime. The other servants all right, as far as you know?’

‘Oh, I think so.’

‘Not missed anything before?’

‘No.’

‘None of them leaving, or anything like that?’

‘The parlourmaid is leaving.’

‘When?’

‘She gave notice yesterday, I believe.

‘To you?’

‘Oh, no. I have nothing to do with the servants. Miss Russell attends to the household matters.’

The inspector remained lost in thought for a minute or two. Then he nodded his head and remarked,

‘I think I’d better have a word with Miss Russell, and I’ll see the girl Dale as well.’

Poirot and I accompanied him to the housekeeper’s room. Miss Russell received us with her usual sang-froid. Elsie Dale had been at Fernly five months.