CHAPTER 15. GEOFFREY RAYMOND
I was to have a further proof that day of the success of Poirot’s tactics. That challenge of his had been a subtle touch born of his knowledge of human nature. A mixture of fear and guilt had wrung the truth from Mrs Ackroyd. She was the first to react.
That afternoon when I returned from seeing my patients, Caroline told me that Geoffrey Raymond had just left.
‘ Did he want to see me?’ I asked, as I hung up my coat in the hall.
Caroline was hovering by my elbow.
‘ It was M. Poirot he wanted to see,’ she said. ‘He’d just come from the Larches. Mr. Poirot was out. Mr Raymond thought that he might be here, or that you might know where he was.’ ‘I haven’t the least idea.’ ‘I tried to make him wait,’ said Caroline, ‘but he said he would call back at The La
