When we left the police station our first visit was to the mortuary to see the body of the dead woman. A strange feeling came over me as I gazed down on that wrinkled old face with the scanty grey hair drawn back tightly from the temples. It looked so peaceful, so incredibly remote from violence.
"Never knew who or what struck her," observed the sergeant.
"That's what Dr. Kerr says. I'm glad it was that way, poor old soul. A decent woman she was."
"She must have been beautiful once," said Poirot
"Really?" I murmured incredulously
"But yes
He sighed as he replaced the sheet
Our next move was a brief interview with the police surgeon
Dr. Kerr was a competent-looking middle-aged man
incredulously [In'kredjul@slI], moulding ['m@UldIN], interview ['Int@vju:]
"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 the head."
He sighed as he replaced the sheet and we left the mortuary.
Our next move was a brief interview with the police surgeon.
Dr. Kerr was a competent-looking middle-aged man. He spoke briskly and with decision.
"The weapon wasn't found," he said
"Would much force be needed to strike such a blow
The doctor shot a keen glance at Poirot
"Meaning
weapon ['wep(@)n], sufficient [s(@)'fIS(@)nt], weight [weIt]
"The weapon wasn't found," he said. "Impossible to say what it may have been. A weighted stick, a club, a form of sandbag — any of those would fit the case."
"Would much force be needed to strike such a blow?"
The doctor shot a keen glance at Poirot.
"Meaning, I suppose, could a shaky old man of seventy do it? Oh, yes, it's perfectly possible — given sufficient weight in the head of the weapon, quite a feeble person could achieve the desired result."
''Then the murderer could just as well be a woman as a man
The suggestion took the doctor somewhat aback