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“
The
important
fact
that
Alfred
Inglethorp
wears
peculiar
clothes
,
has
a
black
beard
,
and
uses
glasses
,
”
I
quoted
.
“
Exactly
.
Now
suppose
anyone
wished
to
pass
himself
off
as
John
or
Lawrence
Cavendish
.
Would
it
be
easy
?
”
“
No
,
”
I
said
thoughtfully
.
“
Of
course
an
actor
—
—
”
But
Poirot
cut
me
short
ruthlessly
.
“
And
why
would
it
not
be
easy
?
I
will
tell
you
,
my
friend
:
Because
they
are
both
clean
-
shaven
men
.
To
make
up
successfully
as
one
of
these
two
in
broad
daylight
,
it
would
need
an
actor
of
genius
,
and
a
certain
initial
facial
resemblance
.
But
in
the
case
of
Alfred
Inglethorp
,
all
that
is
changed
.
His
clothes
,
his
beard
,
the
glasses
which
hide
his
eyes
—
those
are
the
salient
points
about
his
personal
appearance
.
Now
,
what
is
the
first
instinct
of
the
criminal
?
To
divert
suspicion
from
himself
,
is
it
not
so
?
And
how
can
he
best
do
that
?
By
throwing
it
on
someone
else
.
In
this
instance
,
there
was
a
man
ready
to
his
hand
.
Everybody
was
predisposed
to
believe
in
Mr
.
Inglethorp
’
s
guilt
.
It
was
a
foregone
conclusion
that
he
would
be
suspected
;
but
,
to
make
it
a
sure
thing
there
must
be
tangible
proof
—
such
as
the
actual
buying
of
the
poison
,
and
that
,
with
a
man
of
the
peculiar
appearance
of
Mr
.
Inglethorp
,
was
not
difficult
.
Remember
,
this
young
Mace
had
never
actually
spoken
to
Mr
.
Inglethorp
.
How
should
he
doubt
that
the
man
in
his
clothes
,
with
his
beard
and
his
glasses
,
was
not
Alfred
Inglethorp
?
”
“
It
may
be
so
,
”
I
said
,
fascinated
by
Poirot
’
s
eloquence
.
“
But
,
if
that
was
the
case
,
why
does
he
not
say
where
he
was
at
six
o
’
clock
on
Monday
evening
?
”
“
Ah
,
why
indeed
?
”
said
Poirot
,
calming
down
.
“
If
he
were
arrested
,
he
probably
would
speak
,
but
I
do
not
want
it
to
come
to
that
.
I
must
make
him
see
the
gravity
of
his
position
.
There
is
,
of
course
,
something
discreditable
behind
his
silence
.
If
he
did
not
murder
his
wife
,
he
is
,
nevertheless
,
a
scoundrel
,
and
has
something
of
his
own
to
conceal
,
quite
apart
from
the
murder
.
”
“
What
can
it
be
?
”
I
mused
,
won
over
to
Poirot
’
s
views
for
the
moment
,
although
still
retaining
a
faint
conviction
that
the
obvious
deduction
was
the
correct
one
.
“
Can
you
not
guess
?
”
asked
Poirot
,
smiling
.
