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ledge of snow high above the world, then
it also follows that Marrascaud himself is
here already, since communications are
Drouet said quietly:
Both men were silent for a minute or
two. Then Poirot asked:
"Dr. Lutz! Can he be Marrascaud?"
Drouet shook his head.
"I do not think so. There is a real Dr.
Lutz -- I have seen his pictures in the
papers -- a distinguished and well-known
man. This man resembles these photographs
"If Marrascaud is an artist in disguise,
he might play the part successfully."
148 "Yes, but is he ? I never heard of him as
an expert in disguise. He has not the guile
and cunning of the serpent. He is a wild
boar, ferocious, terrible, who charges in
"All the same. . . ."
Drouet agreed quickly.
"Ah yes, he is a fugitive from justice.
Therefore he is forced to dissemble. So
he may—in fact he must be—more or
"You have his description ?"
The other shrugged his shoulders.
"Roughly only. The official Bertillon
photograph and measurements were to
have been sent up to me today. I know
only that he is a man of thirty odd, of a
little over medium height and of dark
complexion. No distinguishing marks."
Poirot shrugged his shoulders.
"That could apply to anybody. What
about the American, Schwartz ?35
"I was going to ask you that. You have
spoken with him, and you have lived, I
think, much with the English and the Americans. To a casual glance he appears
to be the normal travelling American. His
passport is in order. It is perhaps strange
that he should elect to come here--but
Americans when travelling are quite incalculable.
What do you think yourself?55
Hercule Poirot shook his head in perplexity. He said:
"On the surface, at any rate, he appears
to be a harmless slightly over-friendly, man.
He might be a bore, but it seems difficult to
regard him as a danger." He went on: "But
there are three more visitors here."
The Inspector nodded, his face suddenly
"Yes, and they are the type we are looking
for. I'll take my oath, M. Poirot, that
those three men are at any rate members
of Marrascaud's gang. They're racecourse
toughs if I ever saw them! and one of the
three may be Marrascaud himself."
Hercule Poirot reflected. He recalled the
three faces. One was a broad face with overhanging
brows and a fat jowl -- a hoggish, bestial
face. One was lean and thin with a sharp
narrow face and cold eyes. The third man
was a pasty-faced fellow with a slight
FR1;Yes, one of the three might well be
Marrascaud, but if so, the question came
insistently, why\ Why should Marrascaud
and two members of his gang journey together
and ascend into a rat-trap on a
mountain side ? A meeting surely could be
arranged in safer and less fantastic surroundings
-- in a cafe -- in a railway station
-- in a crowded cinema -- in a public
park -- somewhere...
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