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"
Well
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
asked
that
Swedish
creature
--
a
pleasant
soul
--
if
it
was
bolted
,
and
she
said
it
was
.
"
"
How
was
it
you
could
n't
see
for
yourself
?
"
"
Because
I
was
in
bed
and
my
sponge
bag
was
hanging
on
the
door
handle
.
"
"
What
time
was
it
when
you
asked
her
to
do
this
for
you
?
"
"
Now
let
me
think
.
It
must
have
been
round
about
half-past
ten
or
a
quarter
to
eleven
.
She
'd
come
along
to
see
if
I
'd
got
an
aspirin
.
I
told
her
where
to
find
it
,
and
she
got
it
out
of
my
grip
.
"
"
You
yourself
were
in
bed
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
Suddenly
she
laughed
.
"
Poor
soul
--
she
was
in
quite
a
taking
.
You
see
,
she
'd
opened
the
door
of
the
next
compartment
by
mistake
.
"
"
M.
Ratchett
's
?
"
