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‘What woman?’

‘That Russell woman. Something very queer about her, and so I’ve always said. But Roger wouldn’t hear a word against her. Said she was a woman of great force of character, and that he admired and respected her. he was always going on about her rectitude and independence and moral worth. I think there’s something fishy about her. She was certainly doing her best to marry roger. But I soon put a stop to that. She always hated me. Naturally. I saw through her.’

I began to wonder if there was any chance of stemming Mrs Ackroyd’s eloquence, and getting away. Mr Hammond provided the necessary diversion by coming up to say goodbye. I seized my chance and rose also.

‘About the inquest,’ I said. ‘Where would you prefer it to be held? here, or at the Three Boars?’

Mrs Ackroyd stared at me with a dropped jaw.

‘The inquest?’ she asked, the picture of consternation. ‘But surely there won’t have to be an inquest?’

Mr Hammond gave a dry little cough and murmured, ‘Inevitable. under the circumstances,’ in two short little barks.