Parker transferred a respectful attention to Poirot.
“Parker,” said the little man, “when you broke down the door with Dr. Sheppard last night, and found your master dead, what was the state of the fire?”
Parker replied without a pause.
“It had burned very low, sir. It was almost out.”
“Ah!” said Poirot. The exclamation sounded almost triumphant. He went on:—
“Look round you, my good Parker. Is this room exactly as it was then?”
The butler’s eye swept round. It came to rest on the windows.
“The curtains were drawn, sir, and the electric light was on.”
Poirot nodded approval.
“Anything else?”