"Did Miss Adams know any doctors? I mean, was any particular doctor a friend of hers?"
Jenny shook her head.
"Another question. Did Miss Adams wear pincenez?"
"Ah!" Poirot frowned.
A vision rose in my mind. A doctor, smelling of carbolic, with short-sighted eyes magnified by powerful lenses. Absurd!
I love how Hastings is going off on a tangent every once in a while.