| | / / |

 

| | DESK & + / |

 

| | FIREPLACE CHAIR \ / |

 

| +------------ + | +----------------------------------------+ ]

 

The butler drew the chair in question out a good two feet from the wall, turning

it so that the seat faced the door.

 

“_Voilà ce qui est curieux_,” murmured Poirot. “No one would want to sit in a

chair in such a position, I fancy. Now who pushed it back into place again, I

wonder? Did you, my friend?”

 

“No, sir,” said Parker. “I was too upset with seeing the master and all.”

 

Poirot looked across at me.

 

“Did you, doctor?”

 

I shook my head.

 

“It was back in position when I arrived with the police, sir,” put in Parker.