“Yes, sir, this chair was drawn out a little more.”
He indicated a big grandfather chair to the left of the door between it and the window. I append a plan of the room with the chair in question marked with an X.
“Just show me,” said Poirot.
The butler drew the chair in question out a good two feet from the wall, turning it so that the seat faced the door.
“Voilà ce qui est curieux,” murmured Poirot. “No one would want to sit in a chair in such a position, I fancy. Now who pushed it back into place again, I wonder? Did you, my friend?”
“No, sir,” said Parker. “I was too upset with seeing the master and all.”
Poirot looked across at me.
“Did you, doctor?”
I shook my head.