You shall see what that was.’
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. Poirot, Mother,’ said Flora.
‘I told you about him this morning.’
‘Oh! yes,’ said Mrs Ackroyd vaguely. ‘Of course, my dear, of course.
He is to find Ralph, is he not?’
‘He is to find out who killed Uncle,’ said Flora.
‘Oh! my dear,’ cried her mother.
‘Please!
My poor nerves.
I am a wreck this morning, a positive wreck.
Such a dreadful thing to happen. I can’t help feeling that it must have been an accident of some kind.
Roger was so fond of handling queer curios.
His hand must have slipped, or something.’
This theory was received in polite silence.
I saw Poirot edge up to the lawyer, and speak to him in a confidential undertone. They moved aside into the embrasure of the window.
I joined them - then hesitated.
‘Perhaps I’m intruding,’ I said.
‘Not at all,’ cried Poirot heartily. ‘You and I, M. Ie docteur, we investigate this affair side by side.
Without you I should be lost.
I desire a little information from the good Mr Hammond.’
‘You are acting of behalf of Captain Ralph Paton, I understand,’ said the lawyer cautiously.
Poirot shook his head. ‘Not so. I am acting in the interests of justice.
Miss Ackroyd has asked me to investigate the death of her uncle.
Mr Hammond seemed slightly taken aback.
‘I cannot seriously believe that Captain Paton can be concerned in this crime,’ he said, ‘however strong the circumstantial evidence against him may be.
The mere fact that he was hard pressed for money ‘
‘Was he hard pressed for money?’ interpolated Poirot quickly.
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
‘It was a chronic condition with Ralph Paton,’ he said dryly.
‘Money went through his hands like water.
He was always applying to his stepfather.’
‘Had he done so of late?
During the last year, for instance?’
‘I cannot say.
Mr Ackroyd did not mention the fact to me.’
‘I comprehend. Mr Hammond, I take it that you are acquainted with the provisions of Mr Ackroyd’s will?’ ‘Certainly. That is my principal business here today.’ ‘Then, seeing that I am acting for Miss Ackroyd, you will not object to telling me the terms of that will?’
‘They are quite simple.