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"
Terribly
.
The
night
before
it
quite
kept
me
awake
.
"
"
You
did
n't
hear
him
snore
after
you
had
had
the
scare
about
a
man
being
in
your
compartment
?
"
"
Why
,
Mr.
Poirot
,
how
could
I
?
He
was
dead
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
,
truly
,
"
said
Poirot
.
He
appeared
confused
.
"
Do
you
remember
the
affair
of
the
Armstrong
kidnapping
,
Mrs.
Hubbard
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Yes
,
indeed
I
do
.
And
how
the
wretch
that
did
it
escaped
scot
free
!
My
,
I
'd
have
liked
to
get
my
hands
on
him
.
"
"
He
has
not
escaped
.
He
is
dead
.
He
died
last
night
.
"
"
You
do
n't
mean
--
?
"
Mrs.
Hubbard
half
rose
from
her
chair
in
excitement
.
"
But
yes
,
I
do
.
Ratchett
was
the
man
.
"
"
Well
!
Well
,
to
think
of
that
!
I
must
write
and
tell
my
daughter
.
Now
,
did
n't
I
tell
you
last
night
that
that
man
had
an
evil
face
?
I
was
right
,
you
see
.
My
daughter
always
says
:
'
When
Momma
's
got
a
hunch
,
you
can
bet
your
bottom
dollar
it
's
O.K.
"'
