"To you?"
"Oh, no. I have nothing to do with the servants. Miss Russell attends to the household matters."
The inspector remained lost in thought for a minute or two. Then he nodded his head and remarked, "I think I'd better have a word with Miss Russell, and I'll see the girl Dale as well."
Poirot and I accompanied him to the housekeeper's room. Miss Russell received us with her usual sang-froid.
Elsie Dale had been at Fernly five months. A nice girl, quick at her duties, and most respectable. Good references. The last girl in the world to take anything not belonging to her.
What about the parlormaid?
"She, too, was a most superior girl. Very quiet and ladylike. An excellent worker."
"Then why is she leaving?" asked the inspector.
Miss Russell pursed up her lips.
"It was none of my doing. I understand Mr. Ackroyd found fault with her yesterday afternoon. It was her duty to do the study, and she disarranged some of the papers on his desk, I believe. He was very annoyed about it, and she gave notice. At least, that is what I understood from her, but perhaps you'd like to see her yourselves?"
The inspector assented. I had already noticed the girl when she was waiting on us at lunch. A tall girl, with a lot of brown hair rolled tightly away at the back of her neck, and very steady gray eyes. She came in answer to
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