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.”

 

Parker seated himself with an apologetic bend of the head.

 

“Now what do you think I asked you to come here for this morning—eh?”

 

Parker coughed.

 

“I understood, sir, that you wished to ask me a few questions about my late

master—private like.”

 

“_Précisément_,” said Poirot, beaming. “Have you made many experiments in