THE MURDER OF ROGER ACKROYD
He paused.
"You thought there might be something in it for you?" suggested Poirot smoothly.
"Well—well, yes, I did, sir. I thought that if Mr. Ackroyd was being blackmailed, why shouldn't I have a share of the pickings?"
A very curious expression passed over Poirot's face. He leaned forward.
"Had you any reason to suppose before that night that Mr. Ackroyd was being blackmailed?"
"No, indeed, sir. It was a great surprise to me. Such a regular gentleman in all his habits."
"How much did you overhear?"
"Not very much, sir. There seemed what I might call a spite against me. Of course I had to attend to my duties in the pantry. And when I did creep along once or twice to the study it was no use. The first time Dr. Sheppard came out and almost caught me in the act, and another time Mr. Raymond passed me in the big hall and went that way, so I knew it was no use; and when I went with the tray, Miss Flora headed me off."
Poirot stared for a long time at the man, as if to test his sincerity. Parker returned his gaze earnestly.
"I hope you believe me, sir. I've been afraid all along the police would rake up that old business with Major Ellerby and be suspicious of me in consequence."
"Eh bien," said Poirot at last. "I am disposed to believe you. But there is one thing I must request of you—to show me your bank-book. You have a bank-book, I presume?"
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