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The sordid crime took on a new aspect. Who was the mysterious individual who had killed Mrs Ascher and left anA B C railway guide behind him? When we left the police station our first visit was to the mortuary tosee the body of the dead woman.A strange feeling came over me as I gazeddown on that wrinkled old face with the scanty grey hair drawn back tightlyfrom the temples.It looked so peaceful，so incredibly remote from violence. "Never know who or what struck her，"observed the sergeant."That's whatDr Kerr says.I'm glad it was that way，

poor old soul.A decent woman shewas." "She must have been beautiful once，"said Poirot. "Really?"I murmured incredulously. "But yes，look at the line of the jaw，the bones，the moulding of thehead." Our next move was a brief interview with the police surgeon. Dr Kerr was a competent-looking middle-aged man.He spoke briskly and