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"
I
can
’
t
find
anyone
who
saw
him
at
the
station
that
right
,
"
continued
the
inspector
.
"
And
yet
he
’
s
well
known
down
here
,
and
you
’
d
think
somebody
would
have
noticed
him
.
There
’
s
no
news
from
Liverpool
either
.
"
"
You
think
he
went
to
Liverpool
?
"
queried
Poirot
.
"
Well
,
it
’
s
on
the
cards
.
That
telephone
message
from
the
station
,
just
three
minutes
before
the
Liverpool
express
left
there
ought
to
be
something
in
that
.
"
"
Unless
it
was
deliberately
intended
to
throw
you
off
the
scent
.
That
might
just
possibly
be
the
point
of
the
telephone
message
.
"
"
That
’
s
an
idea
,
"
said
the
inspector
eagerly
.
"
Do
you
really
think
that
’
s
the
explanation
of
the
telephone
call
?
"
"
My
friend
,
"
said
Poirot
gravely
,
"
I
do
not
know
.
But
I
will
tell
you
this
:
I
believe
that
when
we
find
the
explanation
of
that
telephone
call
we
shall
find
the
explanation
of
the
murder
.
"
"
You
said
something
like
that
before
,
I
remember
,
"
I
observed
,
looking
at
him
curiously
.
Poirot
nodded
.
"
I
always
come
back
to
it
,
"
he
said
seriously
.
"
It
seems
to
me
utterly
irrelevant
,
"
I
declared
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
say
that
,
"
demurred
the
inspector
.
"
But
I
must
confess
I
think
Mr
.
Poirot
here
harps
on
it
a
little
too
much
.
We
’
ve
better
clues
than
that
.
The
fingerprints
on
the
dagger
,
for
instance
.
"
Poirot
became
suddenly
very
foreign
in
manner
,
as
he
often
did
when
excited
over
anything
.
"
M
.
rinspecteur
,
"
he
said
,
"
beware
of
the
blind
–
the
blind
comment
dire
?
–
the
little
street
that
has
no
end
to
it
.
"
Inspector
Raglan
stared
,
but
I
was
quicker
.
"
You
mean
a
blind
alley
?
"
I
said
.
"
That
is
it
–
the
blind
street
that
leads
nowhere
.
So
it
may
be
with
those
fingerprints
–
they
may
lead
you
nowhere
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
see
how
that
can
well
be
,
"
said
the
police
officer
.
"
I
suppose
you
’
re
hinting
that
they
’
re
faked
?
I
’
ve
read
of
such
things
being
done
,
though
I
can
’
t
say
I
’
ve
ever
come
across
it
in
my
experience
.
But
fake
or
true
–
they
’
re
bound
to
lead
somewhere
.
"
Poirot
merely
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
flinging
out
his
arms
wide
.
