"Do you think he wore a make-up?"
"He may have done so," Margaret admitted. "But his features were
obviously undisguised, and his eyes one would recognize anywhere. They
were larger than any human eyes I have ever seen."
"He couldn't have been the Egyptian who looked after the shop, for
instance?"
"Impossible! He did not remotely resemble him. Besides, the man to
whom you refer remained outside to receive other visitors. Oh, that's
out of the question, Inspector."
"The light was very dim?"
"Very dim indeed, and Kazmah never once raised his head. Indeed,
except for a dignified gesture of greeting and one of dismissal, he
never moved. His immobility was rather uncanny."
Kerry began to pace up and down the narrow room, and:
"He bore no resemblance to the late Sir Lucien Pyne, for instance?" he
rapped.
Margaret laughed outright and her laughter was so inoffensive and so
musical that the Chief Inspector laughed also.
"That's more hopeless than ever!" she said. "Poor Sir Lucien had
strong, harsh features and rather small eyes. He wore a moustache,
too. But Sir Lucien, I feel sure, was one of Kazmah's clients."
"Ah!" said Kerry. "And what leads you to suppose Miss Halley, that
this Kazmah dealt in drugs?"
"Well, you see, Rita Irvin was always going there to buy perfumes, and
she frequently sent her maid as well.
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