PARKER
will put such fear into him that the truth is bound to come out."
"What witness are you talking of?" I asked, very much surprised.
"Parker!" said Poirot. "I asked him to be at my house this morning at twelve o'clock. He should await us there at this very minute."
"What do you think," I ventured, glancing sideways at his face.
"I know this—that I am not satisfied."
"You think that it was he who blackmailed Mrs. Ferrars?"
"Either that, or———"
"Well?" I said, after waiting a minute or two.
"My friend, I will say this to you—I hope it was he."
The gravity of his manner, and something indefinable that tinged it, reduced me to silence.
On arrival at The Larches, we were informed that Parker was already there awaiting our return. As we entered the room, the butler rose respectfully.
"Good morning, Parker," said Poirot pleasantly. "One instant, I pray of you."
He removed his overcoat and gloves.
"Allow me, sir," said Parker, and sprang forward to assist him. He deposited the articles neatly on a chair by the door. Poirot watched him with approval.
"Thank you, my good Parker," he said. "Take a seat, will you not? What I have to say may take some time."
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