It struck me that he was anxious to convey the impression that our conference was a medical one. I played up accordingly.
‘I thought as much. I brought some up with me.’
‘Good man. Hand them over now.’
‘They’re in my bag in the hall. I’ll get them.’
Ackroyd arrested me.
‘Don’t you trouble. Parker will get them. Bring in the doctor’s bag, will you, Parker?’
‘Very good, sir.’
Parker withdrew. As I was about to speak, Ackroyd threw up his hand.
‘Not yet. Wait. don’t you see I’m in such a state of nerves that I can hardly contain myself?’
I saw that plainly enough. And I was very uneasy. All sorts of forebodings assailed me.
Ackroyd spoke again almost immediately.
‘Make certain that window’s closed, will you,’ he asked.
Somewhat surprised, I got up and went to it. It was not a french window, but one of the ordinary sash type. The heavy blue velvet curtains were drawn in front of it, but the window itself was open at the top.
Parker re-entered the room with my bag while I was still at the window.
‘That’s all right,’ I said, emerging again into the room.
‘You’ve put the latch across?’
‘Yes, yes. What’s the matter with you, Ackroyd?’
The door had just closed behind Parker, or I would not have put the question.
Ackroyd waited just a minute before replying.
‘I’m in hell,’ he said slowly, after a minute. ‘No, don’t bother with those damn tablets. I only said that for Parker. Servants are so curious. come here and sit down. The door’s closed too, isn’t it?’
‘Yes. Nobody can overhear; don’t be uneasy.’
‘Sheppard, nobody knows what I’ve gone through in the last twenty-four hours. If a man’s house ever fell in ruin about him, mine has about me. This business of Ralph’s is the last straw. But we won’t talk about that now. It’s the other – the other – ! I don’t know what to do about it. And I’ve got to make up my mind soon.’
‘What’s the trouble?’
Ackroyd remained silent for a minute or two. he seemed curiously averse to begin. When he did speak, the question he asked came as a complete surprise. It was the last thing I expected.
‘Sheppard, you attended Ashley Ferrars in his last illness, didn’t you?’
‘Yes, I did.’
he seemed to find even greater difficulty in framing his next question.
‘Did you ever suspect – did it ever enter your head – that – well, that he might have been poisoned?’