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"
Something
strikes
you
as
odd
,
does
it
not
?
"
he
asked
gently
.
"
Speak
,
my
friend
.
There
is
something
here
that
puzzles
you
?
"
"
You
are
right
,
"
acknowledged
the
other
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
You
see
,
these
two
wounds
--
here
and
here
,
"
--
he
pointed
.
"
They
are
deep
,
each
cut
must
have
severed
blood
vessels
--
and
yet
--
the
edges
do
not
gape
.
They
have
not
bled
as
one
would
have
expected
.
"
"
Which
suggests
?
"
"
That
the
man
was
already
dead
--
some
little
time
dead
--
when
they
were
delivered
.
But
that
is
surely
absurd
.
"
"
It
would
seem
so
,
"
said
Poirot
thoughtfully
.
"
Unless
our
murderer
figured
to
himself
that
he
had
not
accomplished
his
job
properly
and
came
back
to
make
quite
sure
;
but
that
is
manifestly
absurd
!
Anything
else
?
"
"
Well
,
just
one
thing
.
"
"
And
that
?
"
"
You
see
this
wound
here
--
under
the
right
arm
--
near
the
right
shoulder
.
Take
this
pencil
of
mine
.
