Агата Кристи - The Murder of Roger Ackroyd / Убийство Роджера Экройда

• Название: The Murder of Roger Ackroyd / Убийство Роджера Экройда
• Автор: Агата Кристи
• Жанр: Классические детективы
• Год: 2022
• ISBN: 978-5-04-166489-3

Убит помещик Роджер Экройд, и Эркюль Пуаро начинает расследование, имея вокруг множество подозреваемых – родственников и знакомых Экройда, каждый из которых был заинтересован в его смерти. Повествование ведется от имени доктора Шеппарда, последнего, кто видел помещика живым. С помощью записей доктора Шеппарда Пуаро предстоит вычислить хитроумного преступника… В формате PDF A4 сохранен издательский макет.

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‘It looks bad, M. Poirot,’ he said. ‘I’m trying to judge the thing fair and square. I’m a local man, and I’ve seen captain Paton many times in Cranchester. I’m not wanting him to be the guilty one – but it’s bad whichever way you look at it. If he’s innocent, why doesn’t he come forward? We’ve got evidence against him, but it’s just possible that the evidence could be explained away. Then why doesn’t he give an explanation?’

A lot more lay behind the inspector’s words than I knew at the time. Ralph’s description had been wired to every port and railway station in England. The police everywhere were on the alert. his rooms in town were watched, and any houses he had been known to be in the habit of frequenting. With such a cordon it seemed impossible that Ralph should be able to evade detection. he had no luggage, and, as far as anyone knew, no money.

‘I can’t find anyone who saw him at the station that night,’ continued the inspector. ‘And yet he’s well known down here, and you’d think somebody would have noticed him. There’s no news from Liverpool either.’

‘You think he went to Liverpool?’ queried Poirot.

‘Well, it’s on the cards. That telephone message from the station, just three minutes before the Liverpool express left – there ought to be something in that.’

‘Unless it was deliberately inteded to throw you off the scent. That might just possibly be the point of the telephone message.’

‘That’s an idea,’ said the inspector eagerly. ‘do you really think that’s the explanation of the telephone call?’

‘My friend,’ said Poirot gravely, ‘I do not know. But I will tell you this: I believe that when we find the explanation of that telephone call we shall find the explanation of the murder.’

‘You said something like that before, I remember,’ I observed, looking at him curiously.

Poirot nodded.

‘I always come back to it,’ he said seriously.

‘It seems to me utterly irrelevant,’ I declared.

‘I wouldn’t say that,’ demurred the inspector. ‘But I must confess I think Mr Poirot here harps on it a little too much. We’ve better clues than that. The fingerprints on the dagger, for instance.’

Poirot became suddenly very foreign in manner, as he often did when excited over anything.

‘M. l’Inspecteur,’ he said, ‘beware of the blind – the blind – comment dire? – the little street that has no end to it.’

Inspector Raglan stared, but I was quicker.

‘You mean a blind alley?’ I said.

‘That is it – the blind street that leads nowhere. So it may be with those fingerprints – they may lead you nowhere.’

‘I don’t see how that can well be,’ said the police officer. ‘I suppose you’re hinting that they’re faked? I’ve read of such things being done, though I can’t say I’ve ever come across it in my experience. But fake or true – they’re bound to lead somewhere.’

Poirot merely shrugged his shoulders, flinging out his arms wide.

The inspector then showed us various enlarged photographs of the fingerprints, and proceeded to become technical on the subject of loops and whorls.

‘Come now,’ he said at last, annoyed by Poirot’s detached manner, ‘you’ve got to admit that those prints were made by someone who was in the house that night?’

‘Bien entendu,’ said Poirot, nodding his head.

‘Well, I’ve taken the prints of every member of the household, everyone, mind you, from the old lady down to the kitchenmaid.’

I don’t think Mrs Ackroyd would enjoy being referred to as the old lady. She must spend a considerable amount on cosmetics.

‘Everyone’s,’ repeated the inspector fussily.

‘Including mine,’ I said drily.

‘Very well. None of them correspond. That leaves us two alternatives. Ralph Paton, or the mysterious stranger the doctor here tells us about. When we get hold of those two-’

‘Much valuable time may have been lost,’ broke in Poirot.

‘I don’t quite get you, Mr Poirot.’

‘You have taken the prints of everyone in the house, you say,’ murmured Poirot. ‘Is that the exact truth you are telling me there, M. l’Inspecteur?’

‘Certainly.’

‘Without overlooking anyone?’

‘Without overlooking anyone.’

‘The quick or the dead?’

For a moment the inspector looked bewildered at what he took to be a religious observation. Then he reacted slowly.

‘You mean-?’

‘The dead, M. l’Inspecteur.’

The inspector still took a minute or two to understand.

‘I am suggesting,’ said Poirot placidly, ‘that the fingerprints on the dagger handle are those of Mr Ackroyd himself. It is an easy matter to verify. his body is still available.’

‘But why? What would be the point of it? you’re surely not suggesting suicide, Mr Poirot?’

‘Ah! no. My theory is that the murderer wore gloves or wrapped something round his hand. After the blow was struck, he picked up the victim’s hand and closed it round the dagger handle.’

‘But why?’

Poirot shrugged his shoulders again.

‘To make a confusing case even more confusing.’

‘Well,’ said the inspector. ‘I’ll look into it. What gave you the idea in the first place?’

‘When you were so kind as to show me the dagger and draw attention to the fingerprints. I know very little of loops and whorls – see, I confess my ignorance frankly. But it did occur to me that the position of the prints was somewhat awkward. Not so would I have held a dagger in order to strike. Naturally, with the right hand brought up over the shoulder backwards, it would have been difficult to put it in exactly the right position.’

Inspector Raglan stared at the little man. Poirot, with an air of great unconcern, flecked a speck of dust from his coat sleeve.

‘Well,’ said the inspector. ‘It’s an idea. I’ll look into it all right, but don’t you be disappointed if nothing comes of it.’

He endeavoured to make his tone kindly and patronizing. Poirot watched him go off. Then he turned to me with twinkling eyes.

‘Another time,’ he observed, ‘I must be more careful of his amour propre. And now that we are left to our own devices, what do you think, my good friend, of a little reunion of the family?’

The ‘little reunion’, as Poirot called it, took place about half an hour later. We sat round the table in the dining-room at fernly. Poirot at the head of the table, like the chairman of some ghastly board meeting. The servants were not present, so we were six in all. Mrs Ackroyd, flora, Major Blunt, young Raymond, Poirot and myself.

When everyone was assembled, Poirot rose and bowed.

‘Messieurs, mesdames, I have called you together for a certain purpose.’ he paused. ‘To begin with, I want to make a very special plea to mademoiselle.’

‘To me?’ said Flora.

‘Mademoiselle, you are engaged to captain Ralph Paton. If anyone is in his confidence, you are. I beg you, most earnestly, if you know of his whereabouts, to persuade him to come forward. one little minute’-as flora raised her head to speak-‘say nothing till you have well reflected. Mademoiselle, his position grows daily more dangerous. If he had come forward at once, no matter how damning the facts, he might have had a chance of explaining them away. But this silence – this flight – what can it mean? Surely only one thing, knowledge of guilt. Mademoiselle, if you really believe in his innocence, persuade him to come forward before it is too late.’

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