Unformatted text preview: M. Poirot here we shan't be long,' he said cheerfully. 'I thought you'd retired, moosior?'
'So I had, my good Hayes, so I had. But how tedious is retirement! You cannot imagine to yourself the
monotony with which day comes after day.' 'Very likely. So you've come to have a look at our own
particular find? Is this Dr Sheppard? Think you'll be able to identify him, sir?' 'I'm not very sure,' I said
'How did you get hold of him?' inquired Poirot.
'Description was circulated, as you know. In the press and privately. Not much to go on, I admit. This
fellow has an American accent all right, and he doesn't deny that he was near King's Abbot that night.
Just asks what the hell it is to do with us, and that he'll see us in - before he answers any questions.' 'Is it
permitted that I, too, see him?' asked Poirot.
The superintendent closed one eye knowingly.
'Very glad to have you, sir. You've got permission to do anything you please. Inspector Japp of Scotland
Yard was asking after you the other day. Said he'd heard you were connected unofficially with this case.
Where's Captain Paton hiding, sir, can you tell me that?' 'I doubt if it would be wise at the present
juncture,' said Poirot primly, and I bit my lips to prevent a smile.
The little man really did it very well.
After some further parley, we were taken to interview the prisoner.
He was a young fellow, I should say not more than twenty-two or three. Tall, thin, with slightly shaking
hands, and the evidences of considerable physical strength somewhat run to seed. His hair was dark, but
his eyes were blue and shifty, seldom meeting a glance squarely. I had all along cherished the illusion that
there was something familiar about the figure I had met that night, but if this were indeed he, I was
completely mistaken. He did not remind me in the least of anyone I knew. 'Now then, Kent,' said the superintendent. 'Stand up.
Here are some visitors come to see you. Recognize any of them?' Kent glared at us sullenly, but did not
reply. I saw his glance waver over the three of us, and come back to rest on me.
'Well, sir,' said the superintendent to me, 'what do you say?' 'The height's the same,' I said, 'and as far as
general appearance goes it might well be the man in question.
Beyond that, I couldn't go.' 'What the hell's the meaning of all this?' asked Kent.
'What have you got against me? Come on, out with it! What am I supposed to have done?' I nodded my
'It's the man,' I said. 'I recognize the voice.' 'Recognize my voice, do you? Where do you think you heard
it before?' 'On Friday evening last, outside the gates of Fernly Park.
You asked me the way there.' 'I did, did I?' 'Do you admit it?' asked the inspector.
'I don't admit anything. Not till I know what you've got on me.' 'Have you not read the papers in the last
few days?' asked Poirot, speaking for the first time.
The man's eyes narrowed.
'So that's it, is it? I saw an old gent had been croaked at Pernly. Trying to make out I did the job, are
you?' 'You were...
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