THE MURDER OF ROGER ACKROYD
here by train. He must simply have walked into Cranchester. And I believe he's there still. No one would dream of his being so near at hand."
I pointed out several objections to the theory, but when once Caroline has got something firmly into her head, nothing dislodges it.
"And you think M. Poirot has the same idea," said Miss Ganett thoughtfully. "It's a curious coincidence, but I was out for a walk this afternoon on the Cranchester road, and he passed me in a car coming from that direction."
We all looked at each other.
"Why, dear me," said Miss Ganett suddenly, "I'm Mah Jong all the time, and I never noticed it."
Caroline's attention was distracted from her own inventive exercises. She pointed out to Miss Ganett that a hand consisting of mixed suits and too many Chows was hardly worth going Mah Jong on. Miss Ganett listened imperturbably and collected her counters.
"Yes, dear, I know what you mean," she said. "But it rather depends on what kind of a hand you have to start with, doesn't it?"
"You'll never get the big hands if you don't go for them," urged Caroline.
"Well, we must all play our own way, mustn't we?" said Miss Ganett. She looked down at her counters. "After all, I'm up, so far."
Caroline, who was considerably down, said nothing.
East Wind passed, and we set to once more. Annie brought in the tea things. Caroline and Miss Ganett
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