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 examined the body attentively. There was no mark on it anywhere, except a small scar on the left hand.

“And the doctor says that’s a burn, not a cut,” explained Japp.

Poirot’s attention shifted to the contents of the dead man’s pockets which a constable spread out for our inspection. There was nothing much—a handkerchief, keys, note-case filled with notes, and some unimportant letters. But one object standing by itself filled Poirot with interest.

“A chessman!” he exclaimed. “A white bishop. Was that in his pocket?”

“No, clasped in his hand. We had quite a difficulty to get it out of his fingers. It must be returned to Dr. Savaronoff sometime. It's part of a very beautiful set of carved ivory chessmen.”

“Permit me to return it to him. It will make an excuse for my going there.”

“Aha!” cried Japp. “So you want to come in on this case?”

“I admit it. So skilfully have you aroused my interest.”

“That’s fine. Got you away from your brooding. Captain Hastings is pleased, too, I can see.”