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"
I
understood
,
sir
,
that
you
wished
to
ask
me
a
few
questions
about
my
late
master
–
private
like
.
"
"
Precisement
,
"
said
Poirot
,
beaming
.
"
Have
you
made
many
experiments
in
blackmail
?
"
"
Sir
!
"
The
butler
sprang
to
his
feet
.
"
Do
not
excite
yourself
,
"
said
Poirot
placidly
.
"
Do
not
play
the
farce
of
the
honest
,
injured
man
.
You
know
all
there
is
to
know
about
the
blackmail
,
is
it
not
so
?
"
"
Sir
,
I
–
I
’
ve
never
–
never
been
"
"
Insulted
,
"
suggested
Poirot
,
"
in
such
a
way
before
.
Then
why
,
my
excellent
Parker
,
were
you
so
anxious
to
overhear
the
conversation
in
Mr
.
Ackroyd
’
s
study
the
other
evening
,
after
you
had
caught
the
word
blackmail
?
"
"
I
wasn
’
t
-
I
-
"
"
Who
was
your
last
master
?
"
rapped
out
Poirot
suddenly
.
"
My
last
master
?
"
"
Yes
,
the
master
you
were
with
before
you
came
to
Mr
.
Ackroyd
.
"
"
A
Major
Ellerby
,
sir
-
"
Poirot
took
the
words
out
of
his
mouth
.
"
Just
so
.
Major
Ellerby
.
Major
Ellerby
was
addicted
to
drugs
,
was
he
not
?
You
travelled
about
with
him
.
When
he
was
in
Bermuda
there
was
some
trouble
–
a
man
was
killed
.
Major
Ellerby
was
partly
responsible
.
It
was
hushed
up
.
But
you
knew
about
it
.
How
much
did
Major
Ellerby
pay
you
to
keep
your
mouth
shut
?
"
Parker
was
staring
at
him
open
-
mouthed
.
The
man
had
gone
to
pieces
,
his
cheeks
shook
flabbily
.
"
You
see
,
me
,
I
have
made
inquiries
,
"
said
Poirot
pleasantly
.
"
It
is
as
I
say
.
You
got
a
good
sum
then
as
blackmail
,
and
Major
Ellerby
went
on
paying
you
until
he
died
.
Now
I
want
to
hear
about
your
latest
experiment
.
"
Parker
still
stared
.
"
It
is
useless
to
deny
.
Hercule
Poirot
knows
.
It
is
so
,
what
I
have
said
about
Major
Ellerby
,
is
it
not
?
"
As
though
against
his
will
,
Parker
nodded
reluctantly
once
.
His
face
was
ashen
pale
.
"
But
I
never
hurt
a
hair
of
Mr
.
Ackroyd
’
s
head
,
"
he
moaned
.
"
Honest
to
God
,
sir
,
I
didn
’
t
.
I
’
ve
been
afraid
of
this
coming
all
the
time
.
And
I
tell
you
I
didn
’
t
–
I
didn
’
t
kill
him
.
"
His
voice
rose
almost
to
a
scream
.
