the Daily Megaphone. If I remember rightly, there is an unusually clear photograph there of the missing man."
I rose, and found the sheet required. Poirot studied the features attentively.
"H'm!" he murmured. "Wears his hair rather long and wavy, full moustache and pointed beard, bushy eyebrows. Eyes dark?"
"Yes."
"Hair and beard turning grey?"
The detective nodded. "Well, Monsieur Poirot, what have you got to say to it all? Clear as daylight, eh?"
"On the contrary, most obscure."
The Scotland Yard man looked pleased.
"Which gives me great hopes of solving it," finished Poirot placidly.
"Eh?"
"I find it a good sign when a case is obscure. If a thing is clear as daylight—eh bien, mistrust it! Some one has made it so."
Japp shook his head almost pityingly. "Well, each to their fancy. But it's not a bad thing to see your way clear ahead."
"I do not see," murmured Poirot. "I shut my eyes—and think."
