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.
‘It’s murder right enough.
But with what motive?’
‘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.’
Blunt made a slight motion with his head. ‘There are some letters on the floor here,’ he said.
I looked down.
Three or four letters still lay where Ackroyd had dropped them earlier in the evening. But the blue envelope containing Mrs Ferrars’s letter had disappeared.
I half opened my mouth to speak, but at that moment the sound of a bell pealed through the house. There was a confused murmur of voices in the hall, and then Parker appeared with our local inspector and a police constable.
‘Good evening, gentlemen,’ said the inspector.
‘I’m terribly sorry for this!
A good kind gentleman like Mr Ackroyd.
The butler says it’s murder.
No possibility of accident or suicide, doctor?’
‘None whatever,’ I said.
‘Ah! A bad business.’
He came and stood over the body.
‘Been moved at all?’ he asked sharply.
‘Beyond making certain that life was extinct - an easy matter - I have not disturbed the body in any way.’
‘Ah!
And everything points to the murderer having got clear away - for the moment, that is.
Now then, let me hear all about it.
Who found the body?’
I explained the circumstances carefully.
‘A telephone message, you say?
From the butler?’
‘A message that I never sent,’ declared Parker earnestly.
‘I’ve not been near the telephone the whole evening.
The others can bear me out that I haven’t.’
‘Very odd, that.
Did it sound like Parker’s voice, doctor?’
‘Well -1 can’t say I noticed.
I took it for granted, you see.’
‘Naturally.