know——”

 

Poirot smiled admiringly at her.

 

“It is not necessary that you should,” he said. “But tell me, were there indeed

two glasses on Parker’s tray that night?”

 

Flora wrinkled her brows a minute.

 

“I really can’t remember,” she said. “I think there were. Is—is that the object

of your experiment?”

 

Poirot took her hand and patted it.

 

“Put it this way,” he said. “I am always interested to see if people will speak

the truth.”

 

“And did Parker speak the truth?”

 

“I rather think he did,” said Poirot thoughtfully.

 

A few minutes later saw us retracing our steps to the village.

 

“What was the point of that question about the glasses?” I asked curiously.