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This
seemed
to
Mrs.
Hubbard
to
be
a
dramatic
climax
rather
than
an
anticlimax
.
"
And
what
happened
next
,
Madame
?
"
"
Why
,
I
told
the
man
what
had
happened
,
and
he
did
n't
seem
to
believe
me
.
Seemed
to
imagine
I
'd
dreamt
the
whole
thing
.
I
made
him
look
under
the
seat
,
though
he
said
there
was
n't
room
for
a
man
to
squeeze
himself
in
there
.
It
was
plain
enough
the
man
had
got
away
,
but
there
had
been
a
man
there
and
it
just
made
me
mad
the
way
the
conductor
tried
to
soothe
me
down
!
I
'm
not
one
to
imagine
things
,
Mr.
--
I
do
n't
think
I
know
your
name
?
"
"
Poirot
,
Madame
,
and
this
is
M.
Bouc
,
a
director
of
the
company
,
and
Dr.
Constantine
.
"
Mrs.
Hubbard
murmured
:
"
Please
to
meet
you
,
I
'm
sure
,
"
to
all
three
of
them
in
an
abstracted
manner
,
and
then
plunged
once
more
into
her
recital
.
"
Now
I
'm
just
not
going
to
pretend
I
was
as
bright
as
I
might
have
been
.
I
got
it
into
my
head
that
it
was
the
man
from
next
door
--
the
poor
fellow
who
's
been
killed
.
I
told
the
conductor
to
look
at
the
door
between
the
compartments
,
and
sure
enough
it
was
n't
bolted
.
Well
,
I
soon
saw
to
that
,
I
told
him
to
bolt
it
then
and
there
,
and
after
he
'd
gone
out
I
got
up
and
put
a
suitcase
against
it
to
make
sure
.
"
"
What
time
was
this
,
Mrs.
Hubbard
?
"
"
Well
,
I
'm
sure
I
ca
n't
tell
you
.
I
never
looked
to
see
.
I
was
so
upset
.
"
