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"Exactly."
He unlocked a little drawer, and took out some photographs which
he laid on the table.
"I have numbered them, 1, 2, 3. Will you describe them to me?"
I studied the proofs attentively.
"All greatly magnified, I see. No. 1, I should say, are a man's
finger-prints; thumb and first finger. No. 2 are a lady's; they
are much smaller, and quite different in every way. No. 3"--I
paused for some time--"there seem to be a lot of confused
finger-marks, but here, very distinctly, are No. 1's."
"Overlapping the others?"
"Yes."
"You recognize them beyond fail?"
"Oh, yes; they are identical."
Poirot nodded, and gently taking the photographs from me locked
them up again.
"I suppose," I said, "that as usual, you are not going to
explain?"
"On the contrary. No. 1 were the finger-prints of Monsieur
Lawrence. No. 2 were those of Mademoiselle Cynthia. They are
not important. I merely obtained them for comparison. No. 3 is
a little more complicated."
"Yes?"
"It is, as you see, highly magnified.
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