THE MURDER OF ROGER ACKROYD
"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. Shorn of legal phraseology, and after paying certain legacies and bequests———"
"Such as———?" interrupted Poirot.
Mr. Hammond seemed a little surprised.
"A thousand pounds to his housekeeper, Miss Russell; fifty pounds to the cook, Emma Cooper; five hundred pounds to his secretary, Mr. Geoffrey Raymond. Then to various hospitals———"
Poirot held up his hand.
"Ah! the charitable bequests, they interest me not."
"Quite so. The income on ten thousand pounds' worth of shares to be paid to Mrs. Cecil Ackroyd during her lifetime. Miss Flora Ackroyd inherits twenty thousand pounds outright. The residue—including this property, and the shares in Ackroyd and Son—to his adopted son, Ralph Paton."
"Mr. Ackroyd possessed a large fortune?"
"A very large fortune. Captain Paton will be an exceedingly wealthy young man."
There was a silence. Poirot and the lawyer looked at each other.
"Mr. Hammond," came Mrs. Ackroyd's voice plaintively from the fireplace.
The lawyer answered the summons. Poirot took my arm and drew me right into the window.
"Regard the irises," he remarked in rather a loud voice. "Magnificent, are they not? A straight and pleasing effect."
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