‘That’s the crash that was in the evening papers last night. The crate in flames on Mont Blanc.’
‘Yes.’
‘So he would have got away with it after all.’
‘No.’
‘No? He had thought of everything, hadn’t he?’
‘They never think of everything.’
‘They?’
‘Murderers. Lloyd forgot so obvious a thing as finger-prints.’
‘You mean he didn’t do that job in gloves? I don’t believe it!’
‘Of course he did it in gloves. Nothing he touched in that compartment would have any print of his. What he forgot was that there was something in that compartment that he had handled before.’