The Mysterious Affair at Styles


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You recognize them beyond fail?"  
Oh, yes; they are identical."  
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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. You may have noticed a sort of blur  
extending all across the picture. I will not describe to you the special  
apparatus, dusting powder, etc., which I used. It is a well-known process to  
the police, and by means of it you can obtain a photograph of the finger-  
prints of any object in a very short space of time. Well, my friend, you have  
seen the finger-marks--it remains to tell you the particular object on which  
they had been left."  
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Go on--I am really excited."  
Eh bien! Photo No. 3 represents the highly magnified surface of a tiny bottle  
in the top poison cupboard of the dispensary in the Red Cross Hospital at  
Tadminster--which sounds like the house that Jack built!"  
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Good heavens!" I exclaimed. "But what were Lawrence Cavendish's finger-  
marks doing on it? He never went near the poison cupboard the day we were  
there!"  
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Oh, yes, he did!"  
Impossible! We were all together the whole time."  
Poirot shook his head.  
"No, my friend, there was a moment when you were not all together. There  
was a moment when you could not have been all together, or it would not  
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