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15. A Photograph
“Thedaggerwasinthewound,yousay?Thatiscurious.Youaresureitwasthesameone?”
“Absolutelycertain.That’swhatmakeitsoimpossible.”
“Nothingisimpossible.Theremayhavebeentwodaggers.”
Iraisedmyeyebrows.
“Surelythatisinthehighestdegreeunlikely?Itwouldbeamostextraordinarycoincidence.”
“Youspeakasusual,withoutreflection,Hastings.Insomecasestwoidenticalweaponswouldbehighlyimprobable.Butnothere.ThisparticularweaponwasawarsouvenirwhichwasmadetoJackRenauld’sorders.Itisreallyhighlyunlikely,whenyoucometothinkofit,thatheshouldhavehadonlyonemade.Veryprobablyhewouldhaveanotherforhisownuse.”
“Butnobodyhasmentionedsuchathing,”Iobjected.
AhintofthelecturercreptintoPoirot’stone.“Myfriend,inworkinguponacase,onedoesnottakeintoaccountonlythethingsthatare‘mentioned.’Thereisnoreasontomentionmanythingswhichmaybeimportant.Equally,thereisoftenanexcellentreasonfornotmentioningthem.Youcantakeyourchoiceofthetwomotives.”
Iwassilent,impressedinspiteofmyself.Anotherfewminutesbroughtustothefamousshed.Wefoundallourfriendsthereand,afteraninterchangeofpoliteamenities,Poirotbeganhistask.
HavingwatchedGiraudatwork,Iwaskeenlyinterested.Poirotbestowedbutacursoryglanceonthesurroundings.Theonlythingheexaminedwastheraggedcoatandtrousersbythedoor.AdisdainfulsmilerosetoGiraud’slips,and,asthoughnotingit,Poirotflungthebundledownagain.
