Murder Of Roger Ackroyd By Agatha Christie

Now why are you so anxious to see miss russell poirot

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Unformatted text preview: know,' I said, throwing down the pincers I was holding, 'it's extraordinarily intriguing, the whole thing. Every new development that arises is like the shake you give to a kaleidoscope - the thing changes entirely in aspect. Now, why are you so anxious to see Miss Russell?' Poirot raised his eyebrows. 'Surely it is obvious?' he murmured. 'There you go again,' I grumbled. 'According to you everything is obvious. But you leave me walking about in a fog.' Poirot shook his head genially to me. 'You mock yourself at me. Take the matter of Mademoiselle Flora. The inspector was surprised - but you - you were not.' 'I never dreamed of her being the thief,' I expostulated. 'That - perhaps no. But I was watching your face and you were not - like Inspector Raglan - startled and incredulous.' I thought for a minute or two. 'Perhaps you are right,' I said at last. 'All along I've felt that Flora was keeping back something - so the truth, when it came, was subconsciously expected. It upset Inspector Raglan very much indeed, poor man.' 'Ah! pour {a oui\ The poor man must rearrange all his ideas. I profited by his state of mental chaos to induce him to grant me a little favour.' 'What was that?' Poirot took a sheet of notepaper from his pocket. Some words were written on it, and he read them aloud. 'The police have, for some days, been seeking for Captain Ralph Paton, the nephew of Mr Ackroyd of Fernly Park, whose death occurred under such tragic circumstances last Friday. Captain Paton has been found at Liverpool, where he was on the point of embarking for America.' He folded up the piece of paper again. 'That, my friend, will be in the newspapers tomorrow morning.' I stared at him, dumbfounded. 'But - but it isn't true! He's not at Liverpool!' Poirot beamed on me. 'You have the intelligence so quick! No, he has not been found at Liverpool. Inspector Raglan was very loath to let me send this paragraph to the press, especially as I could not take him into my confidence. But I assured him most solemnly that very interesting results would follow its appearance in print, so he gave in, after stipulating that he was, on no account, to bear the responsibility.' I stared at Poirot. He smiled back at me. 'It beats me,' I said at last, 'what you expect to get out of that.' 'You should employ your little grey cells,' said Poirot gravely. He rose and came across to the bench. 'It is that you have really the love of the machinery,' he said, after inspecting the debris of my labours. Every man has his hobby. I immediately drew Poirot's attention to my home-made wireless. Finding him sympathetic, I showed him one or two little inventions of my own - trifling things, but useful in the house. 'Decidedly,' said Poirot, 'you should be an inventor by trade, not a doctor. But I hear the bell - that is your patient. Let us go into the surgery.' Once before I had been struck by the remnants of beauty in the housekeeper's face. This morning I was struck anew. Very simply dressed in black, tall, u...
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This note was uploaded on 07/28/2011 for the course LITERATURE 101 taught by Professor Agathachristie during the Spring '11 term at Heritage.

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