POSTERN OF FATE Agatha Christie

so much as I do at present. It's awfully difficult at first you know
because people look rather alike and wear the same sort of clothes
and you don't know at first which is which. I mean unless somebody is
very beautiful or very ugly. And that doesn't seem to happen so
noticeably in the country, does it?'
'I'm telling you,' said Tommy, 'that Hannibal and I have been extremely
clever.'
'I thought you said it was Hannibal.'
Tommy reached out his hand and took a book from the shelf in front of
him.
'Kidnapped,' he remarked. 'Oh yes, another Robert Louis Stevenson.
Somebody must have been very fond of Robert Louis Stevenson. The
Black Arrow, Kidnapped, Catriona and two others, I think. All given to
Alexander Parkinson by a fond grandmother and one from a generous
aunt.'
'Well,' said Tuppence, 'what about it?'
'And I've found his grave,' said Tommy.
'Found what?'
'Well, Hannibal did. It's right in the corner against one of the small
doors into the church. I suppose it's the door to the vestry, something
like that. It's very rubbed and not well kept up, but that's it. He was
fourteen when he died. Alexander Richard Parkinson. Hannibal was