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Agatha ChristieThe Murder of Roger AckroydA Hercule Poirot Mystery
To Punkie who likes an orthodox detective story, murder, inquest, and suspicion falling oneveryone in turn!
ContentsCoverTitle PageDedication1.Dr. Sheppard at the Breakfast Table2.Who’s Who in King’s Abbot3.The Man Who Grew Vegetable Marrows4.Dinner at Fernly5.Murder6.The Tunisian Dagger7.I Learn My Neighbour’s Profession8.Inspector Raglan is Confident9.The Goldfish Pond10.The Parlourmaid11.Poirot Pays a Call12.Round the Table13.The Goose Quill14.Mrs. Ackroyd15.Geoffrey Raymond16.An Evening at Mah Jong17.Parker 18918.Charles Kent19.Flora Ackroyd20.Miss Russell
21.The Paragraph in the Paper22.Ursula’s Story23.Poirot’s Little Reunion24.Ralph Paton’s Story25.The Whole Truth26.And Nothing But The Truth27.ApologiaAbout the AuthorOther Books by Agatha ChristieCopyrightAbout the Publisher
OneDR. SHEPPARD AT THE BREAKFAST TABLEMrs. Ferrars died on the night of the 16th–17th September—a Thursday. I was sent for at eighto’clock on the morning of Friday the 17th. There was nothing to be done. She had been deadsome hours.It was just a few minutes after nine when I reached home once more. I opened the front doorwith my latchkey, and purposely delayed a few moments in the hall, hanging up my hat and thelight overcoat that I had deemed a wise precaution against the chill of an early autumn morning.To tell the truth, I was considerably upset and worried. I am not going to pretend that at thatmoment I foresaw the events of the next few weeks. I emphatically did not do so. But my instincttold me that there were stirring times ahead.From the dining room on my left there came the rattle of teacups and the short, dry cough ofmy sister Caroline.“Is that you, James?” she called.An unnecessary question, since who else could it be? To tell the truth, it was precisely mysister Caroline who was the cause of my few minutes’ delay. The motto of the mongoose family,so Mr. Kipling tells us, is: “Go and find out.” If Caroline ever adopts a crest, I should certainlysuggest a mongoose rampant. One might omit the first part of the motto. Caroline can do anyamount of finding out by sitting placidly at home. I don’t know how she manages it, but there itis. I suspect that the servants and the tradesmen constitute her Intelligence Corps. When she goesout, it is not to gather in information, but to spread it. At that, too, she is amazingly expert.It was really this last named trait of hers which was causing me these pangs of indecision.Whatever I told Caroline now concerning the demise of Mrs. Ferrars would be commonknowledge all over the village within the space of an hour and a half. As a professional man, Inaturally aim at discretion. Therefore I have got into the habit of continually withholding allinformation possible from my sister. She usually finds out just the same, but I have the moralsatisfaction of knowing that I am in no way to blame.

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