The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

Dr. Sheppard loves to write detective stories. Often he does not sleep at night, he lingers until the morning, pondering the plots of detective stories and how best to present them to his readers. He decides to start another story by the fact that in his hometown it often rains and thunderstorms thunder. And it is precisely on such terrible nights that crimes occur that will then be unraveled, using all your ability to reason, correctly link evidence and testimony, which invariably lead to a brilliant solution to the mystery, which at first seemed unsolvable. That night, for some reason, Mrs. Ferard died in her bed. A police inspector investigates the death of Ferar, and Sheppard notices scattered white tablets on the floor by the bed of the deceased woman, which he hands over to the inspector for analysis. But just yesterday, Sheppard saw Mrs. Ferard at the train station, accompanied by Ralph Payton!

Dr. Sheppard and the butler Parker enter Mr. Roger Ackroyd’s office and find him dead. Roger was stabbed in the neck with a knife and killed for quite some time, so the killer managed to escape far enough. Sheppard asks to call the police, and he quickly does what he had to do, without touching either the body of the murdered person or the dagger. Soon the murdered secretary and Major Blend arrive. Sheppard notices two letters on the floor, but Mrs. Ferra’s blue envelope is gone. He wants to talk about it, but the captain of the police enters the office, and Sheppard bites his tongue. The police are wondering if this could be an accident or suicide? No, this is obvious. Then the version of the robbery is considered, but it does not seem to be suitable either - nothing was missing from Ackroyd’s office. But on the windowsill there are clear traces of the killer - he came here and went out the window.

Sheppard is very pleased that fate sent him such a talented detective as Hercule Poirot. Walking with a friend along the huge estate of the deceased, Poirot tries to notice any little things, such as even those not related to the crime. In the gazebo, Poirot finds himself under the bench and hides the goose feather shaft to his cane. From a wicker basket, Poirot removes a scrap of fabric that clings to it, possibly a handkerchief. However, scarves never starch, and this fabric clearly bears the remains of starch. At the pond, friends notice Major Blend and Flora, who confess Blend in their feelings, although she considers her behavior reprehensible. Flora tells Blend that today the attorney has announced the conditions of the will. Uncle left her 20 thousand, and this means freedom for her. She no longer has to humiliate herself, to lie, to pretend to be grateful.