The peaceful English village of King's Abbot was stunned. First the attractive widow Ferrars died from an overdose of veronal. Then--not twenty-four hours later--Roger Ackroyd, the man she planned to marry, was murdered in his own study.
Hercule Poirot, the redoubtable Belgian detective, questioned Ackroyd's nearest and dearest, one by one. "You will find," he said slowly, "that all such cases resemble each other in one thing: everyone has something to hide..."
(back cover)
About 2/3 of the way through, I guessed who the murderer was. But still, an enjoyable story.
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