“There are several things you’ve overlooked.”

“What things? Rayburn’s got a scar, I know⁠—but a scar can be faked easily enough. He’s the right height and build. What’s the description of a head with which you pulverized them at Scotland Yard?”

I trembled. Suzanne was a well-educated, well-read woman, but I prayed that she might not be conversant with technical terms of anthropology.

“Dolichocephalic,” I said lightly.

Suzanne looked doubtful.

“Was that it?”

“Yes. Long-headed, you know. A head whose width is less than 75 percent of its length,” I explained fluently.

There was a pause. I was just beginning to breathe freely when Suzanne said suddenly: “What’s the opposite?”

“What do you mean⁠—the opposite?”