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| | Murder of Roger Ackroyd _ Agatha Christie _ txt Fi (23rd Nov 22 at 1:21am UTC) | | "But I just can't understand it." Cried the secretary in bewilderment. Poirot began to ask questions. Did you see Mr Ackroyd put the money in last night when he was dressing for dinner? Are you sure he didn't use the money? "I'm sure he didn't use it.". He also said at the time: 'I don't want to go out to dinner with a hundred pounds in my pocket, bulging.' "That makes it easy," said Poirot. "Either he paid forty pounds sometime last night, or it was stolen." "The explanation is plain and simple," said the inspector approvingly, and turned to Mrs. Ackroyd. "Which servant was here last night?" "I think the maid who made the bed came." Who is she? Do you know her? 'She Hasn't been here long, 'said Mrs Ackroyd,' but she's a lovely ordinary country girl. ' "I think we ought to get to the bottom of it," said the inspector. "If Mr. Ackroyd himself hadn't paid the money, it would have provided some clue to the mystery of the murder. As far as you know, are the other servants reliable? "Oh, I think it's all right." "Have you ever lost anything before this?" "No." "Is anyone going to leave here?" "Yes,stainless steel edge trim, the parlour maid." "When?" "She said yesterday that she would leave here." "Did it come to you?" No, I have nothing to do with servants. Miss Russell takes care of all the affairs of the house. The inspector pondered for a moment. Then he nodded and said, "I think I'd better talk to Miss Russell first, and then I'll see Miss Dale." Poirot and I accompanied him to the housekeeper's room, where Miss Russel received us with her usual self-possession. Elsie Dale has been at the Fearnley compound for five months. She is a lovely girl,china tile trim, a good worker, and everyone respects her very much. Everyone can testify that she would never take anything that didn't belong to her. What about the parlour maid? "She was an excellent girl, very quiet, looked like a rich lady, and worked very hard." "So why did she leave?" Asked the inspector. Miss Russell pursed her lips. This has nothing to do with me. I know Mr Ackroyd was looking for her yesterday afternoon. It was her job to clean the study, and I guessed that she might have messed up the papers on the desk, which made him very angry. And then she offered to quit. That's what I heard from her. You'd better go and see her in person. The inspector agreed. The girl waited on us at the lunch table and I noticed her at that time. She was tall, with curly brown hair that clung to the back of her head and steady gray eyes. The housekeeper called, and she came in, stainless tile trim ,stainless steel tile trim, standing upright at our table, her grey eyes fixed on us. Are you Ursula Bourne? Asked the inspector. Yes, sir. "You're leaving, aren't you?" "Yes, sir." "Why?" 'Mr Ackroyd was very angry when I mixed up the papers on his desk. I said I'd better leave, and he told me to go as soon as possible. 'Did You go to Mr Ackroyd's bedroom last night? Is it to organize things or to do something else? "No, sir, that's Elsie's business. I never go to that place." "I must tell you, girl, there's a lot of money missing from Mr. Ackroyd's room." By this time she was so enraged that her face turned red. I don't know anything about the money. If you think Mr Ackroyd dismissed me because I took the money, you're in trouble. "I didn't say you took the money, girl," the inspector said. "Don't be so angry." The girl looked at him coldly. You can search my things if you want. "But you won't find anything," she said contemptuously. Poirot suddenly interrupted and asked, "Was it yesterday afternoon that Mr. Ackroyd dismissed you, or that you resigned yourself?"? The girl nodded her head. How long did your conversation last? "Do you mean talking?" "Yes, your conversation with Mr Ackroyd in the library." I-I don't know.
"" Twenty minutes? Half an hour? "About that long." "Not more than this time?" "Less than half an hour, of course." "Thank you, Miss." I looked at Poirot curiously. He straightened several items on the table and repositioned them. His eyes sparkled. All right. The inspector said. When Ursula Bourne was gone, the inspector turned to Miss Russell. How long has she been here? Do you have anything about her character letter or something like that? Miss Russell did not answer his question, but went to the next desk, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of letters clipped together. She picked one out and handed it to the inspector. "Well," he said, "there seems to be no problem. Mrs. Richard Folliott, of Mabygrange. Who is this woman? "Quite a good rural woman." Said Miss Russell. Fine The inspector said as he returned the letter to her. Let's look at another one-Elsie Dale. Elsie Dale was a pretty girl, very tall, with a pleasant face, but slightly silly. She answered our questions very quickly. She was very concerned about the loss of money and felt very sad. "I don't see anything wrong with her," the inspector said after sending her away. "How's Parker?" Miss Russell pursed her lips and made no answer. "I have a feeling there's something not quite right about this man,metal trim manufacturers," the inspector said thoughtfully. "It's always me who finds out when he gets a chance to get into Ackroyd's room.". He had been so busy from the start of the meal that he had been given an alibi throughout the evening. I have always been very concerned about this issue. Well, thank you very much, Miss Russell. Let's put this question aside for the time being. It is probable that Mr Ackroyd paid the money. The housekeeper gave us an impassive good afternoon. I left Mr Ackroyd's house with Poirot. jecatrims.com | |
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