THE MURDER OF ROGER ACKROYD
will accomplish one purpose. It will either clear Parker completely or else———"
"Well?"
"I fall into the bad habit of leaving my sentences unfinished this morning," said Poirot apologetically. "You must bear with me."
"By the way," I said, rather sheepishly, "I've got a confession to make. I'm afraid I have inadvertently let out something about that ring."
"What ring?"
"The ring you found in the goldfish pond."
"Ah! yes," said Poirot, smiling broadly.
"I hope you're not annoyed? It was very careless of me."
"But not at all, my good friend, not at all. I laid no commands upon you. You were at liberty to speak of it if you so wished. She was interested, your sister?"
"She was indeed. It created a sensation. All sorts of theories are flying about."
"Ah! And yet it is so simple. The true explanation leapt to the eye, did it not?"
"Did it?" I said dryly.
Poirot laughed.
"The wise man does not commit himself," he observed. "Is not that so? But here we are at Mr. Hammond's."
The lawyer was in his office, and we were ushered in without any delay. He rose and greeted us in his dry, precise manner.
Poirot came at once to the point.
"Monsieur, I desire from you certain information, that
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