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This was Franklin Clarke，the dead man's only brother. He had the resolute competent manner of a man accustomed to meeting withemergencies. "Good morning，gentlemen." Inspector Wells made the introductions. "This is Inspector Crome of the CID，Mr Hercule Poirot and-er-CaptainHayter." "Hastings，"I corrected coldly.
Franklin Clarke shook hands with each of us in turn and in each case thehandshake was accompanied by a piercing look. "Let me offer you some breakfast，"he said."We can discuss the positionas we eat." There were no dissentient voices and we were soon doing justice toexcellent eggs and bacon and coffee. "Now for it，"said Franklin Clarke."Inspector Wells gave me a rough ideaof the position last night-though I may say it seemed one of the wildest