See here, he knew that in his position he was bound to be
suspected, so he conceived the exceedingly clever idea of
preparing a lot of manufactured evidence against himself. He
wished to be arrested. He would then produce his irreproachable
alibi--and, hey presto, he was safe for life!"
"But I still don't see how he managed to prove his alibi, and yet
go to the chemist's shop?"
Poirot stared at me in surprise.
"Is it possible? My poor friend! You have not yet realized that
it was Miss Howard who went to the chemist's shop?"
"Miss Howard?"
"But, certainly. Who else? It was most easy for her. She is of
a good height, her voice is deep and manly; moreover, remember,
she and Inglethorp are cousins, and there is a distinct
resemblance between them, especially in their gait and bearing.
It was simplicity itself. They are a clever pair!"
"I am still a little fogged as to how exactly the bromide
business was done," I remarked.
"Bon! I will reconstruct for you as far as possible. I am
inclined to think that Miss Howard was the master mind in that
affair.
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