THE MURDER OF ROGER ACKROYD
ever. He seemed surprised and delighted to make Poirot's acquaintance.
"No idea you'd been living among us incognito, M. Poirot," he said. "It will be a great privilege to watch you at work——— Hallo, what's this?"
Poirot had been standing just to the left of the door. Now he moved aside suddenly, and I saw that while my back was turned he must have swiftly drawn out the armchair till it stood in the position Parker had indicated.
"Want me to sit in the chair whilst you take a blood test?" asked Raymond good-humoredly. "What's the idea?"
"M. Raymond, this chair was pulled out—so—last night when Mr. Ackroyd was found killed. Some one moved it back again into place. Did you do so?"
The secretary's reply came without a second's hesitation.
"No, indeed I didn't. I don't even remember that it was in that position, but it must have been if you say so. Anyway, somebody else must have moved it back to its proper place. Have they destroyed a clew in doing so? Too bad!"
"It is of no consequence," said the detective. "Of no consequence whatever. What I really want to ask you is this, M. Raymond: Did any stranger come to see Mr. Ackroyd during this past week?"
The secretary reflected for a minute or two, knitting his brows, and during the pause Parker appeared in answer to the bell.
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