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As
I
said
before
,
we
are
ready
enough
to
gossip
in
our
village
.
Everybody
noticed
from
the
first
that
Ackroyd
and
Mrs
.
Ferrars
got
on
very
well
together
.
After
her
husband
’
s
death
,
the
intimacy
became
more
marked
.
They
were
always
seen
about
together
,
and
it
was
freely
conjectured
that
at
the
end
of
her
period
of
mourning
,
Mrs
.
Ferrars
would
become
Mrs
.
Roger
Ackroyd
.
It
was
felt
,
indeed
,
that
there
was
a
certain
fitness
in
the
thing
.
Roger
Ackroyd
’
s
wife
had
admittedly
died
of
drink
.
Ashley
Ferrars
had
been
a
drunkard
for
many
years
before
his
death
.
It
was
only
fitting
that
these
two
victims
of
alcoholic
excess
should
make
up
to
each
other
for
all
that
they
had
previously
endured
at
the
hands
of
their
former
spouses
.
The
Ferrars
only
came
to
live
here
just
over
a
year
ago
,
but
a
halo
of
gossip
has
surrounded
Ackroyd
for
many
years
past
.
All
the
time
that
Ralph
Paton
was
growing
up
to
manhood
a
series
of
lady
housekeepers
presided
over
Ackroyd
’
s
establishment
,
and
each
in
turn
was
regarded
with
lively
suspicion
by
Caroline
and
her
cronies
.
It
is
not
too
much
to
say
that
for
at
least
fifteen
years
the
whole
village
has
confidently
expected
Ackroyd
to
marry
one
of
his
housekeepers
.
The
last
of
them
,
a
redoubtable
lady
called
Miss
Russell
,
has
reigned
undisputed
for
five
years
,
twice
as
long
as
any
of
her
predecessors
.
It
is
felt
that
but
for
the
advent
of
Mrs
.
Ferrars
,
Ackroyd
could
hardly
have
escaped
.
That
–
and
one
other
factor
–
the
unexpected
arrival
of
a
widowed
sister
-
in
-
law
with
her
daughter
from
Canada
.
Mrs
.
Cecil
Ackroyd
,
widow
of
Ackroyd
’
s
ne
’
er
-
do
-
well
younger
brother
,
has
taken
up
her
residence
at
Fernley
Park
,
and
has
succeeded
,
according
to
Caroline
,
in
putting
Miss
Russell
in
her
proper
place
.
I
don
’
t
know
exactly
what
a
"
proper
place
"
constitutes
–
it
sounds
chilly
and
unpleasant
–
but
I
know
that
Miss
Russell
goes
about
with
pinched
lips
,
and
what
I
can
only
describe
as
an
acid
smile
,
and
that
she
professes
the
utmost
sympathy
for
"
poor
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
–
dependent
on
the
charity
of
her
husband
’
s
brother
.
The
bread
of
charity
is
so
bitter
,
is
it
not
?
I
should
be
quite
miserable
if
I
did
not
work
for
my
living
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
Mrs
.
Cecil
Ackroyd
thought
of
the
Ferrars
affair
when
it
came
on
the
tapis
.
It
was
clearly
to
her
advantage
that
Ackroyd
should
remain
unmarried
.
She
was
always
very
charming
–
not
to
say
gushing
–
to
Mrs
.
Ferrars
when
they
met
.
Caroline
says
that
proves
less
than
nothing
.
Such
have
been
our
preoccupations
in
King
’
s
Abbot
for
the
last
few
years
.
We
have
discussed
Ackroyd
and
his
affairs
from
every
standpoint
.
Mrs
.
Ferrars
has
fitted
into
her
place
in
the
scheme
.
Now
there
has
been
a
rearrangement
of
the
kaleidoscope
.
From
a
mild
discussion
of
probable
wedding
presents
,
we
had
been
jerked
into
the
midst
of
tragedy
.
Revolving
these
and
sundry
other
matters
in
my
mind
,
I
went
mechanically
on
my
round
.
I
had
no
cases
of
special
interest
to
attend
,
which
was
,
perhaps
,
as
well
,
for
my
thoughts
returned
again
and
again
to
the
mystery
of
Mrs
.
Ferrars
’
s
death
.
Had
she
taken
her
own
life
?
Surely
,
if
she
had
done
so
,
she
would
have
left
some
word
behind
to
say
what
she
contemplated
doing
?
Women
,
in
my
experience
,
if
they
once
reach
the
determination
to
commit
suicide
,
usually
wish
to
reveal
the
state
of
mind
that
led
to
the
fatal
action
.
They
covet
the
limelight
.
When
had
I
last
seen
her
?
Not
for
over
a
week
.
Her
manner
then
had
been
normal
enough
considering
–
well
considering
everything
.
