THE MURDER OF ROGER ACKROYD
I saw profound skepticism and a trace of suspicion on the inspector's countenance.
"How did you know it was the silver table lid?"
I was forced to explain in detail—a long, tedious explanation which I would infinitely rather not have had to make.
The inspector heard me to the end.
"Was the dagger in its place when you were looking over the contents?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I can't say I remember noticing it—but, of course, it may have been there all the time."
"We'd better get hold of the housekeeper," remarked the inspector, and pulled the bell.
A few minutes later Miss Russell, summoned by Parker, entered the room.
"I don't think I went near the silver table," she said, when the inspector had posed his question. "I was looking to see that all the flowers were fresh. Oh! yes, I remember now. The silver table was open—which it had no business to be, and I shut the lid down as I passed."
She looked at him aggressively.
"I see," said the inspector. "Can you tell me if this dagger was in its place then?"
Miss Russell looked at the weapon composedly.
"I can't say, I'm sure," she replied. "I didn't stop to look. I knew the family would be down any minute, and I wanted to get away."
"Thank you," said the inspector.
There was just a trace of hesitation in his manner, as
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