Agatha Christie - The Murder Of Roger Ackroyd - Chapter 22

Sit back and relax as I continue reading Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. This is chapter twenty-two. A 19.45-minute story with an additional 4 minutes of relaxing music.

The story: The peaceful English village of King’s Abbot is stunned. The widow Ferrars dies from an overdose of Veronal. Not twenty-four hours later, Roger Ackroyd—the man she had planned to marry—is murdered. It is a baffling case involving blackmail and death that taxes Hercule Poirot’s “little grey cells” before he reaches one of the most startling conclusions of his career.

Transcript

Welcome to Restful Journeys.

In this track I will continue reading The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie.

This will be chapter 22.

Please find a comfortable place to sit or lie down and relax.

Take a few moments to clear your mind and allow yourself to listen to these words and help you become calm.

Let's continue with chapter 22,

Ursula's Story.

For a moment or two the girl looked mutely at Pierrot,

Then her reserve breaking down completely.

She nodded her head once and burst into an outburst of sobs.

Caroline pushed past me and putting her arm around the girl,

Patted her on the shoulder.

There,

There,

My dear,

She said soothingly.

It will be all right.

You'll see.

Everything will be all right.

Buried under curiosity and scandal-mongering,

There is a lot of kindness in Caroline.

For the moment even the interest of Pierrot's relation was lost in the sight of the girl's distress.

Presently Ursula sat up and wiped her eyes.

This is very weak and silly of me,

She said.

No,

No,

My child,

Said Pierrot kindly.

We can all realize the strain of this last week.

It must have been a terrible ordeal,

I said.

And then to find that you knew,

Continued Ursula.

How did you know?

Was it Ralph who told you?

Pierrot shook his head.

You know what brought me to you tonight?

Went on the girl.

This.

She held out a crumpled piece of newspaper and I recognized the paragraph that Pierrot had had inserted.

It says that Ralph has been arrested so everything is useless.

I need not to pretend any longer.

Newspaper paragraphs are not always true,

Mademoiselle,

Murmured Pierrot,

Having the grace to look ashamed of himself.

All the time I think you will do well to make a clean breast of things.

The truth is what we need to know.

The girl hesitated,

Looking at him doubtfully.

You do not trust me,

Said Pierrot gently,

Yet all the same you came here to find me,

Did you not?

Why was that?

Because I don't believe that Ralph did it,

Said the little girl in a very low voice.

And I think that you are clever and will find out the truth and also.

.

.

Yes?

I think you're kind,

Pierrot nodded his head several times.

It is very good that.

.

.

Yes,

It is very good.

Listen,

I do in verity believe that this husband of yours is innocent,

But the affair marches badly.

If I am to save him,

I must know all there is to know,

Even if it should seem to make the case against him blacker than before.

How well you understand,

Said Ursula.

So you will tell me the whole story,

Will you not?

From the beginning.

You're not going to send me away,

I hope,

Said Caroline,

Settling herself comfortably in an armchair.

What I want to know,

She continued,

Is why this child was masquerading as a parlor mate.

Masquerading,

I queried.

That's what I said.

Why did you do it,

Child?

For a wager?

For a living,

Said Ursula dryly and encouraged,

She began the story which I reproduced here in my own words.

Ursula born,

It seemed,

Was one of a family of seven impoverished Irish gentlefolk.

On the death of her father,

Most of the girls were cast out into the world to earn their own living.

Ursula's eldest sister was married to Captain Folliet.

It was she whom I had seen that Sunday and the cause of her embarrassment was clear enough now.

Determined to earn her living and not attracted to the idea of being a nursery governess,

The one profession open to an untrained girl,

Ursula preferred the job of parlor maid.

She scorned to label herself a lady parlor maid.

She would be the real thing,

Her reference being supplied by her sister.

At Fernley,

Despite an aloofness which,

As has been seen,

Caused some comment,

She was a success at her job,

Quick,

Competent,

And thorough.

I enjoyed the work,

She explained,

And I had plenty of time to myself.

And then came her meeting with Ralph Payton and the love affair which cumulated in a secret marriage.

Ralph had persuaded her into that,

Somewhat against her will.

He had declared that his stepfather would not hear of his marrying a penniless girl.

Better to be married secretly and break the news to him at some later and more favorable minute.

And so the deed was done,

And Ursula Bourne became Ursula Payton.

Ralph had declared that he meant to pay off his debts,

Find a job,

And then,

When he was in a position to support her and independent of his adopted father,

They would break the news to him.

But to people like Ralph Payton,

Turning over a new leaf is easier in theory than in practice.

He hoped that his stepfather,

While still in ignorance of the marriage,

Might be persuaded to pay his debts and put him on his feet again.

But the revelation of the amount of Ralph's liabilities merely enraged Roger Ackroyd,

And he refused to do anything at all.

Some months passed,

And then Ralph was bitten once more too firmly.

Roger Ackroyd did not beat about the bush.

It was the desire of his heart that Ralph should marry Flora,

And he put the matter plainly before the young man.

And there it was,

That the innate weakness of Ralph Payton showed himself.

As always,

He grasped at the easy,

The immediate solution.

As far as I can make out,

Neither Flora nor Ralph made any pretense of love.

It was,

On both sides,

A business arrangement.

Roger Ackroyd dictated his wishes.

They agreed to them.

Flora accepted a chance of liberty,

Money,

And an enlarged horizon.

Ralph,

Of course,

Was playing a different game.

But he was in a very awkward hole financially.

He seized at the chance.

His debts would be paid.

He could start again with a clean sheet.

His was not a nature to envisage the future,

But I gather that he saw vaguely the engagement with Flora being broken off after a decent interval had elapsed.

Both Flora and he stipulated that it should be kept a secret for the present.

He was anxious to conceal it from Ursula.

He felt instinctively that her nature,

Strong and resolute,

With an inherent distaste for duplicity,

Was not one to welcome such a course.

Then came the crucial moment when Roger Ackroyd,

Always high-handed,

Decided to announce the engagement.

He said no word of his intention to Ralph,

Only to Flora.

And Flora,

Apathetic,

Raised no objection.

On Ursula,

The news fell like a bombshell.

Summoned by her,

Ralph came hurriedly down from town.

They met in the wood,

Where part of their conversation was overheard by my sister.

Ralph implored her to keep silent for a little while longer.

Ursula was equally determined to have done with concealments.

She would tell Mr.

Ackroyd the truth without any further delay.

Husband and wife parted acrimoniously.

Ursula,

Steadfast on her purpose,

Sought an interview with Roger Ackroyd that very afternoon and revealed the truth to him.

Their interview was a stormy one.

It might have been even more stormy had not Roger Ackroyd been already obsessed with his own troubles.

It was bad enough,

However.

Ackroyd was not the kind of man to forgive the deceit that had been practiced upon him.

His rancor was mainly directed at Ralph,

But Ursula came in for her share.

Since he regarded her as a girl who had deliberately tried to entrap the adopted son of a very wealthy man.

Unforgivable things were said on both sides.

That same evening,

Ursula met Ralph by appointment in the small summer house,

Stealing out from the house by the side door in order to do so.

Their interview was made up of reproaches on both sides.

Ralph charged Ursula with having irretrievably ruined his prospects by her ill-timed revelation.

Ursula reproached Ralph with his duplicity.

They parted at last,

And over half an hour later came the discovery of Roger Ackroyd's body.

Since that night,

Ursula had never seen nor heard from Ralph.

As the story unfolded itself,

I realized more and more what a damning series of facts it was.

Alive,

Ackroyd could hardly have failed to alter his will.

I knew him well enough to realize that to do so would be his first thought.

His death came in the nick of time for Ralph and Ursula Payton.

Small wonder the girl had held her tongue and played her part so consistently.

My meditations were interrupted.

It was Pierrot's voice speaking,

And I knew from the gravity of his tone that he too was fully alive to the implications of the position.

Madamoiselle,

I must ask you one question,

And you must answer it truthfully,

For on it everything may hang.

What time was it when you parted from Captain Ralph Payton in the summer house?

Now,

Take a little minute so that your answer may be very exact.

The girl gave a half-laugh,

Bitter enough in all conscience.

Do you think I haven't gone over that again and again in my own mind?

It was just half-past nine when I went out to meet him.

Major Blunt was walking up and down the terrace,

So I had to go round through the bushes to avoid him.

It must have been about twenty-seven minutes to ten when I reached the summer house.

Ralph was waiting for me.

I was with him ten minutes,

Not longer,

For it was just a quarter to ten when I got back to the house.

I saw now the insistence of her question the other day.

If only Aykroyd could have been proved to have been killed before a quarter to ten,

And not after.

I saw the reflection of that thought in Pierrot's next question.

Who left the summer house first?

I did.

Leaving Ralph Payton in the summer house?

Yes,

But you don't think.

Mademoiselle,

It is of no importance what I think.

What did you do when you got back to the house?

I went up to my room.

And stayed there until when?

Until about ten o'clock?

Is there anyone who can prove that?

Prove?

That I was in my room,

You mean?

Oh,

No,

But surely.

Oh,

I see.

They might think.

They might think.

I saw the drawing horror in her eyes.

Pierrot finished the sentence for her.

That it was you who entered by the window and stabbed Mr.

Aykroyd as he sat in the chair.

Yes,

They might just think that.

Nobody but a fool would think such a thing,

Said Caroline indignantly.

She patted Ursula on the shoulder.

The girl had had her face hidden in her hands.

Horrible,

She was murmuring.

Horrible.

Caroline gave her a friendly shake.

Don't worry,

My dear,

She said.

Impierot doesn't think that,

Really.

As for that husband of yours,

I don't think much of him.

And I tell you so candidly,

Running away and leaving you to face the music.

But Ursula shook her head energetically.

Oh,

No,

She cried.

It wasn't like that at all.

Ralph would not run away on his own account.

I see now.

If he heard of his stepfather's murder,

He might think himself that I had done it.

He wouldn't think such a thing,

Said Caroline.

I was so cruel to him that night.

So hard and bitter.

I wouldn't listen to what he was trying to say.

Wouldn't believe that he really cared.

I just stood there,

Telling him what I thought of him,

And saying the coldest,

Cruelest things that came into my mind,

Trying my best to hurt him.

Do him no harm,

Said Caroline.

Never worry about what you say to a man.

They're so conceited that they never believe you mean it,

If it's unflattering.

Ursula went on,

Nervously twisting and untwisting her hands.

When the murder was discovered and he didn't come forward,

I was terribly upset.

Just for a moment I wondered.

But then I knew he couldn't do it.

He couldn't.

But I wished he would come forward and say openly that he'd had nothing to do with it.

I knew that he was very fond of Dr.

Shepard,

And I fancied that perhaps Dr.

Shepard might know where he was hiding.

She turned to me.

That's why I said what I did to you that day.

I thought if you knew where he was,

You might pass on the message to him.

I?

I exclaimed.

Why should James know where he was?

Demanded Caroline sharply.

It was very unlikely,

I know,

Admitted Ursula.

But Ralph had often spoke of Dr.

Shepard,

And I knew that he would be likely to consider him as his best friend in King's Abbot.

My dear child,

I said.

I have not the least idea what Ralph Payton is at the present moment.

That is true enough,

Said Pierrot.

But Ursula held out the newspaper cutting in a puzzled fashion.

Ah,

That,

Said Pierrot,

Slightly embarrassed.

A bagatelli,

Mademoiselle.

A rein-de-tat.

Not for a moment do I believe that Ralph Payton has been arrested.

But then,

Began the girl slowly.

Pierrot went on quickly.

There is one last thing I should like to know.

Did Captain Payton wear shoes or boots that night?

Ursula shook her head.

I can't remember.

A pity.

But how should you?

Now,

Madame.

He smiled at her,

His head on one side,

His forefinger wagging eloquently.

No questions.

Do not torment yourself.

Be of good courage and place your faith in Hercule Pierrot.

That concludes chapter 22 Ursula's story from the story the murder of Roger Aykroyd by Agatha Christie.

Thank you for listening.

I hope you have enjoyed this story and hopefully become relaxed and possibly fallen asleep.

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As a huge fan of AC, books, movies, TV series, I have really enjoyed your readings to fall asleep to. One suggestion if I may- Google translate can help you with correct pronunciation of foreign words or Google for correct pronunciation of unfamiliar words/ place names. The M in M Poirot is spoken as French Monsieur ( like the English Mr.) Look forward to more of your readings😊