PARKER
now? With twenty thousand pounds in hand, would he have continued being a butler? Je ne pense pas. It is, of course, possible that he banked the money under another name, but I am disposed to believe he spoke the truth to us. If he is a scoundrel, he is a scoundrel on a mean scale. He has not the big ideas. That leaves us as a possibility, Raymond, or—well—Major Blunt."
"Surely not Raymond," I objected. "Since we know that he was desperately hard up for a matter of five hundred pounds."
"That is what he says, yes."
"And as to Hector Blunt———"
"I will tell you something as to the good Major Blunt," interrupted Poirot. "It is my business to make inquiries. I make them. Eh bien—that legacy of which he speaks, I have discovered that the amount of it was close upon twenty thousand pounds. What do you think of that?"
I was so taken aback that I could hardly speak.
"It's impossible," I said at last. "A well-known man like Hector Blunt."
Poirot shrugged his shoulders.
"Who knows? At least he is a man with big ideas. I confess that I hardly see him as a blackmailer, but there is another possibility that you have not even considered."
"What is that?"
"The fire, my friend. Ackroyd himself may have destroyed that letter, blue envelope and all, after you left him."
"I hardly think that likely," I said slowly. "And yet—
[211]
