“Yes—that’s what I supposed at the time. Seems I was wrong.”
“Mr. Ackroyd didn’t address him by name?”
“Oh, no.”
“Then, if I may ask, why did you think——?”
Blunt explained laboriously.
“Took it for granted that it would be Raymond, because he had said just before I came out that he was taking some papers to Ackroyd. Never thought of it being anybody else.”
“Can you remember what the words you heard were?”
“Afraid I can’t. Something quite ordinary and unimportant. Only caught a scrap of it. I was thinking of something else at the time.”
“It is of no importance,” murmured Poirot. “Did you move a chair back against the wall when you went into the study after the body was discovered?”
“Chair? No—why should I?”