CHAPTER 10. THE PARLOURMAID
We found Mrs Ackroyd in the hall. With her was a small dried-up little man, with an aggressive chin and sharp grey eyes, and ‘lawyer’ written all over him.
‘ Mr Hammond is staying to lunch with us,’ said Mrs Ackroyd. ‘You know Major Blunt, Mr Hammond? And dear Doctor Sheppard - also a close friend of poor Roger’s.
And, let me see ‘ She paused, surveying Hercule Poirot in some perplexity.
‘ This is M. Poirot, Mother,’ said Flora. ‘I told you about him this morning.’ ‘Oh! yes,’ said Mrs Ackroyd vaguely. ‘Of course, my dear, of course. He is to find Ralph, is he not?’ ‘He is to find out who killed Uncle,’ said Flora.
‘ Oh! my dear,’ cried her mother. ‘Please! My poor nerves. I am a wreck this morning, a positive wreck. Such a dreadful thing to happen. I c
