“It was none of my doing. I understand Mr. Ackroyd found fault with her yesterday afternoon. It was her duty to do the study, and she disarranged some of the papers on his desk, I believe. He was very annoyed about it, and she gave notice. At least, that is what I understood from her, but perhaps you’d like to see her yourselves?”
The inspector assented. I had already noticed the girl when she was waiting on us at lunch. A tall girl, with a lot of brown hair rolled tightly away at the back of her neck, and very steady gray eyes. She came in answer to the housekeeper’s summons, and stood very straight with those same gray eyes fixed on us.
“You are Ursula Bourne?” asked the inspector.
“Yes, sir.”
“I understand you are leaving?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why is that?”
“I disarranged some papers on Mr. Ackroyd’s desk. He was very angry about it, and I said I had better leave. He told me to go as soon as possible.”
“Were you in Mr. Ackroyd’s bedroom at all last night? Tidying up or anything?”
“No, sir. That is Elsie’s work. I never went near that part of the house.”