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night. The moon was overcast, and everything seemed very dark and still.
    The village church clock chimed nine o’clock as I passed through the lodge gates. I turned to the left towards the village, and almost cannoned into a man coming in the opposite direction.
    ‘This the way to Fernly Park, mister?’ asked the stranger in a hoarse voice.
    I looked at him. He was wearing a hat pulled down over his eyes, and his coat collar turned up. I could see little or nothing of his face, but he seemed a young fellow. The voice was rough and uneducated.
    ‘These are the lodge gates here,’ I said.
    ‘Thank you, mister.’ He paused, and then added, quite unnecessarily, ‘I’m a stranger in these parts, you see.’ He went on, passing through the gates as I turned to look after him.
    The odd thing was that his voice reminded me of someone’s voice that I knew, but whose it was I could not think.
    Ten minutes later I was at home once more. Caroline was full of curiosity to know why I had returned so early. I had to make up a slightly fictitious account of the evening in order to satisfy her, and I had an uneasy feeling that she saw through the transparent device.
    At ten o’clock I rose, yawned, and suggested bed, Caroline acquiesced.
    It was Friday night, and on Friday night I wind the clocks. I did it as usual, whilst Caroline satisfied herself that the servants had locked up the kitchen properly.
    It was a quarter past ten as we went up the stairs. I had just reached the top when the telephone rang in the hall below.
    ‘Mrs Bates,’ said Caroline immediately.
    ‘I’m afraid so,’ I said ruefully.
    I ran down the stairs and took up the receiver.
    ‘What?’ I said. ‘What? Certainly, I’ll come at once.’ I ran upstairs, caught up my bag, and stuffed a few extra dressings into it.
    Parker telephoning,’ I shouted to Caroline, ‘from Fernly. They’ve just found Roger Ackroyd murdered.’?

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

Chapter 5
    Crime
    I got out the car in next to no time, and drove rapidly to Fernly. Jumping out, I pulled the bell impatiently. There was some delay in answering, and I rang again.
    Then I heard the rattle of the chain and Parker, his impassivity of countenance quite unmoved, stood in the open doorway.
    I pushed past him into the hall.
    ‘Where is he?’ I demanded sharply.
    ‘I beg your pardon, sir?’ ‘Your master. Mr Ackroyd. Don’t stand there staring at me, man. Have you notified the police?’ ‘The police, sir? Did you say the police?’ Parker stared at me as though I were a ghost.
    ‘What’s the matter with you, Parker? If, as you say, your master has been murdered ‘ A gasp broke from Parker.
    ‘The master? Murdered? Impossible, sir!’ It was my turn to stare.
    ‘Didn’t you telephone to me, not five minutes ago, and tell me that Mr Ackroyd had been found murdered?”‘ The, sir? Oh! no indeed, sir. I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing.’ ‘Do you mean to say it’s all a hoax? That there’s nothing the matter with Mr Ackroyd?’ ‘Excuse me, sir, did the person telephoning use my name?’ ‘I’ll give you the exact words I heard. “Is that Dr Sheppard?
    Parker, the butler at Fernly, speaking. Will you please come at once, sir. Mr Ackroyd has been murdered.”‘ Parker and I stared at each other blankly.
    ‘A very wicked joke to play, sir,’ he said at last, in a shocked tone. ‘Fancy saying a thing like that.’ ‘Where is Mr Ackroyd?’ I asked suddenly.
    ‘Still in the study, I fancy, sir. The ladies have gone to bed, and Major Blunt and Mr Raymond are in the billiard room.’ ‘I think I’ll just look in and see him for a minute,’ I said.
    ‘I know he didn’t want to be disturbed again, but this odd practical joke has made me uneasy. I’d just like to satisfy myself that he’s all right.’ ‘Quite so, sir. It makes me feel quite uneasy myself. If you don’t object to my accompanying you as far as the door, sir-?’ ‘Not at all,’ I said.