“Yes, sir, as a matter of fact, I have it with me now.”

With no sign of confusion, he produced it from his pocket. Poirot took the slim, green-covered book and perused the entries.

“Ah! I perceive you have purchased £500 worth of National Savings Certificates this year?”

“Yes, sir. I have already over a thousand pounds saved⁠—the result of my connection with⁠—er⁠—my late master, Major Ellerby. And I have had quite a little flutter on some horses this year⁠—very successful. If you remember, sir, a rank outsider won the Jubilee. I was fortunate enough to back it⁠—£20.”

Poirot handed him back the book.

“I will wish you good morning. I believe that you have told me the truth. If you have not⁠—so much the worse for you, my friend.”

When Parker had departed, Poirot picked up his overcoat once more.