THE MURDER OF ROGER ACKROYD
Fernly that possibly no one but myself and Mr. Ackroyd were aware that he was staying in the village."
Poirot nodded.
"Quite so. That was your only motive in going there, eh?"
"That was my only motive," I said stiffly.
"It was not to—shall we say—reassure yourself about ce jeune homme?"
"Reassure myself?"
"I think, M. le docteur, that you know very well what I mean, though you pretend not to do so. I suggest that it would have been a relief to you if you had found that Captain Paton had been at home all the evening."
"Not at all," I said sharply.
The little detective shook his head at me gravely.
"You have not the trust in me of Miss Flora," he said. "But no matter. What we have to look at is this—Captain Paton is missing, under circumstances which call for an explanation. I will not hide from you that the matter looks grave. Still, it may admit of a perfectly simple explanation."
"That's just what I keep saying," cried Flora eagerly.
Poirot touched no more upon that theme. Instead he suggested an immediate visit to the local police. He thought it better for Flora to return home, and for me to be the one to accompany him there and introduce him to the officer in charge of the case.
We carried out this plan forthwith. We found Inspector Davis outside the police station looking very glum indeed. With him was Colonel Melrose, the Chief Con-
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