objection, have you, my friend, to repeating the conversation you had with Mr. Ackroyd last Friday night?”
“Not in the least,” I said, and straightway began the recital of that strange evening.
Hammond listened with close attention.
“That is all,” I said, when I had finished.
“Blackmail,” said the lawyer thoughtfully.
“You are surprised?” asked Poirot.
The lawyer took off his pince-nez and polished them with his handkerchief.
“No,” he replied, “I can hardly say that I am surprised. I have suspected something of the kind for some time.”
“That brings us,” said Poirot, “to the information for which I am asking. If anyone can give us an idea of the actual sums paid, you are the man, monsieur.”
“I see no object in withholding the information,” said Hammond, after a moment or two. “During the past year, Mrs. Ferrars has sold out certain securities, and the money for them was paid into her account and not reinvested. As her income was a large one, and she lived very quietly after her husband’s death, it seems certain that these sums of money were paid away for some special purpose. I once sounded her on the subject, and she said that she was obliged to support several of her husband’s poor relations. I let the matter drop, of course. Until now, I have always imagined that the money was paid to some woman who had had a claim on Ashley Ferrars. I never dreamed that Mrs. Ferrars herself was involved.”