After the evening talk I have just chronicled, the affair seemed to me to enter on a different phase. The whole thing can be divided into two parts, each clear and distinct from the other. Part I. ranges from Ackroyd’s death on the Friday evening to the following Monday night. It is the straight-forward narrative1 of what occurred, as presented to Hercule Poirot. I was at Poirot’s elbow the whole time. I saw what he saw. I tried my best to read his mind. As I know now, I failed in this latter task. Though Poirot showed me all his discoveries—as, for instance, the gold wedding-ring—he held back the vital and yet logical impressions that he formed. As I came to know later, this secrecy2 was characteristic of him. He would throw out hints and suggestions, but beyond that he would not go.
As I say, up till the Monday evening, my narrative might have been that of Poirot himself. I played Watson to his Sherlock. But after Monday our ways diverged3. Poirot was busy on his own account. I got to hear of what he was doing, because, in King’s Abbot, you get to hear of everything, but he did not take me into his confidence beforehand. And I, too, had my own preoccupations.
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On looking back, the thing that strikes me most is the piecemeal4 character of this period. Every one had a hand in the elucidation5 of the mystery. It was rather like a jig-saw puzzle to which every one contributed their own little piece of knowledge or discovery. But their task ended there. To Poirot alone belongs the renown6 of fitting those pieces into their correct place.
Some of the incidents seemed at the time irrelevant7 and unmeaning. There was, for instance, the question of the black boots. But that comes later.... To take things strictly8 in chronological9 order, I must begin with the summons from Mrs. Ackroyd.
She sent for me early on Tuesday morning, and since the summons sounded an urgent one, I hastened there, expecting to find her in extremis.
The lady was in bed. So much did she concede to the etiquette10 of the situation. She gave me her bony hand, and indicated a chair drawn11 up to the bedside.
“Well, Mrs. Ackroyd,” I said, “and what’s the matter with you?”
I spoke12 with that kind of spurious geniality13 which seems to be expected of general practitioners14.
“I’m prostrated15,” said Mrs. Ackroyd in a faint voice. “Absolutely prostrated. It’s the shock of poor Roger’s death. They say these things often aren’t felt at the time, you know. It’s the reaction afterwards.”
It is a pity that a doctor is precluded16 by his profession from being able sometimes to say what he really thinks.
I would have given anything to be able to answer “Bunkum!”
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Instead, I suggested a tonic17. Mrs. Ackroyd accepted the tonic. One move in the game seemed now to be concluded. Not for a moment did I imagine that I had been sent for because of the shock occasioned by Ackroyd’s death. But Mrs. Ackroyd is totally incapable18 of pursuing a straight-forward course on any subject. She always approaches her object by tortuous19 means. I wondered very much why it was she had sent for me.
“And then that scene—yesterday,” continued my patient.
She paused as though expecting me to take up a cue.
“What scene?”
“Doctor, how can you? Have you forgotten? That dreadful little Frenchman—or Belgian—or whatever he is. Bullying20 us all like he did. It has quite upset me. Coming on top of Roger’s death.”
“I’m very sorry, Mrs. Ackroyd,” I said.
“I don’t know what he meant—shouting at us like he did. I should hope I know my duty too well to dream of concealing21 anything. I have given the police every assistance in my power.”
Mrs. Ackroyd paused, and I said, “Quite so.” I was beginning to have a glimmering22 of what all the trouble was about.
“No one can say that I have failed in my duty,” continued Mrs. Ackroyd. “I am sure Inspector23 Raglan is perfectly24 satisfied. Why should this little upstart of a foreigner make a fuss? A most ridiculous-looking creature he is too—just like a comic Frenchman in a revue. I can’t think why Flora25 insisted on bringing him into the168 case. She never said a word to me about it. Just went off and did it on her own. Flora is too independent. I am a woman of the world and her mother. She should have come to me for advice first.”
I listened to all this in silence.
“What does he think? That’s what I want to know. Does he actually imagine I’m hiding something? He—he—positively accused me yesterday.”
“It is surely of no consequence, Mrs. Ackroyd,” I said. “Since you are not concealing anything, any remarks he may have made do not apply to you.”
Mrs. Ackroyd went off at a tangent, after her usual fashion.
“Servants are so tiresome,” she said. “They gossip, and talk amongst themselves. And then it gets round—and all the time there’s probably nothing in it at all.”
“Have the servants been talking?” I asked. “What about?”
Mrs. Ackroyd cast a very shrewd glance at me. It quite threw me off my balance.
“I was sure you’d know, doctor, if any one did. You were with M. Poirot all the time, weren’t you?”
“I was.”
“Then of course you know. It was that girl, Ursula Bourne, wasn’t it? Naturally—she’s leaving. She would want to make all the trouble she could. Spiteful, that’s what they are. They’re all alike. Now, you being there, doctor, you must know exactly what she did say? I’m most anxious that no wrong impression should get about.169 After all, you don’t repeat every little detail to the police, do you? There are family matters sometimes—nothing to do with the question of the murder. But if the girl was spiteful, she may have made out all sorts of things.”
I was shrewd enough to see that a very real anxiety lay behind these outpourings. Poirot had been justified27 in his premises28. Of the six people round the table yesterday, Mrs. Ackroyd at least had had something to hide. It was for me to discover what that something might be.
“If I were you, Mrs. Ackroyd,” I said brusquely, “I should make a clean breast of things.”
She gave a little scream.
“Oh! doctor, how can you be so abrupt29. It sounds as though—as though——And I can explain everything so simply.”
“Then why not do so,” I suggested.
Mrs. Ackroyd took out a frilled handkerchief, and became tearful.
“I thought, doctor, that you might put it to M. Poirot—explain it, you know—because it’s so difficult for a foreigner to see our point of view. And you don’t know—nobody could know—what I’ve had to contend with. A martyrdom—a long martyrdom. That’s what my life has been. I don’t like to speak ill of the dead—but there it is. Not the smallest bill, but it had all to be gone over—just as though Roger had had a few miserly hundreds a year instead of being (as Mr. Hammond told me yesterday) one of the wealthiest men in these parts.”
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“Yes,” I said encouragingly. “You were talking about bills?”
“Those dreadful bills. And some I didn’t like to show Roger at all. They were things a man wouldn’t understand. He would have said the things weren’t necessary. And of course they mounted up, you know, and they kept coming in——”
She looked at me appealingly, as though asking me to condole31 with her on this striking peculiarity32.
“It’s a habit they have,” I agreed.
“And the tone altered—became quite abusive. I assure you, doctor, I was becoming a nervous wreck34. I couldn’t sleep at nights. And a dreadful fluttering round the heart. And then I got a letter from a Scotch35 gentleman—as a matter of fact there were two letters—both Scotch gentlemen. Mr. Bruce MacPherson was one, and the other were Colin MacDonald. Quite a coincidence.”
“Hardly that,” I said dryly. “They are usually Scotch gentlemen, but I suspect a Semitic strain in their ancestry36.”
“Ten pounds to ten thousand on note of hand alone,” murmured Mrs. Ackroyd reminiscently. “I wrote to one of them, but it seemed there were difficulties.”
She paused.
I gathered that we were just coming to delicate ground. I have never known any one more difficult to bring to the point.
“You see,” murmured Mrs. Ackroyd, “it’s all a question of expectations, isn’t it? Testamentary expectations. And though, of course, I expected that Roger171 would provide for me, I didn’t know. I thought that if only I could glance over a copy of his will—not in any sense of vulgar prying—but just so that I could make my own arrangements.”
She glanced sideways at me. The position was now very delicate indeed. Fortunately words, ingeniously used, will serve to mask the ugliness of naked facts.
“I could only tell this to you, dear Dr. Sheppard,” said Mrs. Ackroyd rapidly. “I can trust you not to misjudge me, and to represent the matter in the right light to M. Poirot. It was on Friday afternoon——”
She came to a stop and swallowed uncertainly.
“Yes,” I repeated encouragingly. “On Friday afternoon. Well?”
“Every one was out, or so I thought. And I went into Roger’s study—I had some real reason for going there—I mean, there was nothing underhand about it. And as I saw all the papers heaped on the desk, it just came to me, like a flash: ‘I wonder if Roger keeps his will in one of the drawers of the desk.’ I’m so impulsive37, always was, from a child. I do things on the spur of the moment. He’d left his keys—very careless of him—in the lock of the top drawer.”
“I see,” I said helpfully. “So you searched the desk. Did you find the will?”
Mrs. Ackroyd gave a little scream, and I realized that I had not been sufficiently38 diplomatic.
“How dreadful it sounds. But it wasn’t at all like that really.”
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“Of course it wasn’t,” I said hastily. “You must forgive my unfortunate way of putting things.”
“You see, men are so peculiar33. In dear Roger’s place, I should not have objected to revealing the provisions of my will. But men are so secretive. One is forced to adopt little subterfuges39 in self-defence.”
“And the result of the little subterfuge40?” I asked.
“That’s just what I’m telling you. As I got to the bottom drawer, Bourne came in. Most awkward. Of course I shut the drawer and stood up, and I called her attention to a few specks41 of dust on the surface. But I didn’t like the way she looked—quite respectful in manner, but a very nasty light in her eyes. Almost contemptuous, if you know what I mean. I never have liked that girl very much. She’s a good servant, and she says Ma’am, and doesn’t object to wearing caps and aprons42 (which I declare to you a lot of them do nowadays), and she can say ‘Not at home’ without scruples43 if she has to answer the door instead of Parker, and she doesn’t have those peculiar gurgling noises inside which so many parlormaids seem to have when they wait at table——Let me see, where was I?”
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