afternoon—a conversation between Ralph Paton and some unknown girl. So I had my

facts succeeding each other in a neat and orderly manner. A secret marriage, an

engagement announced on the day of the tragedy, the stormy interview in the

wood, and the meeting arranged for the summer-house that night.

 

“Incidentally this proved to me one thing, that both Ralph Paton and Ursula

Bourne (or Paton) had the strongest motives for wishing Mr.

 

Ackroyd out of the way. And it also made one other point unexpectedly clear. It

could not have been Ralph Paton who was with Mr. Ackroyd in the study at

nine-thirty.

 

“So we come to another and most interesting aspect of the crime. Who was it in

the room with Mr. Ackroyd at nine-thirty? Not Ralph Paton, who was in the

summer-house with his wife. Not Charles Kent, who had already left. Who, then? I

posed my cleverest—my most audacious question: _Was any one with him?_”

 

Poirot leaned forward and shot the last words triumphantly at us, drawing back

afterwards with the air of one who has made a decided hit.

 

Raymond, however, did not seem impressed, and lodged a mild protest.

 

“I don’t know if you’re trying to make me out a liar, M. Poirot, but the matter

does not rest on my evidence alone—except perhaps as to the exact words used.

Remember, Major Blunt also heard Mr. Ackroyd talking to some one. He was on the