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"
She
was
silent
a
minute
,
then
:
"
Hercule
Poirot
,
"
she
said
.
"
Yes
.
I
remember
now
.
This
is
Destiny
.
"
She
walked
away
,
very
erect
,
a
little
stiff
in
her
movements
.
"
Voilà
une
grande
dame
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
her
,
my
friend
?
"
But
Hercule
Poirot
merely
shook
his
head
.
"
I
am
wondering
,
"
he
said
,
"
what
she
meant
by
Destiny
.
"
Count
and
Countess
Andrenyi
were
next
summoned
.
The
Count
,
however
,
entered
the
dining
car
alone
.
There
was
no
doubt
that
he
was
a
fine-looking
man
seen
face
to
face
.
He
was
at
least
six
feet
in
height
,
with
broad
shoulders
and
slender
hips
.
He
was
dressed
in
very
well-cut
English
tweeds
,
and
might
have
been
taken
for
an
Englishman
had
it
not
been
for
the
length
of
his
moustache
and
something
in
the
line
of
the
cheekbone
.
"
Well
,
Messieurs
,
"
he
said
,
"
what
can
I
do
for
you
?
"
