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"
No
,
"
said
Poirot
.
"
Two
people
who
saw
nothing
and
heard
nothing
.
"
"
Shall
we
now
see
the
Italian
?
"
Poirot
did
not
reply
for
a
moment
.
He
was
studying
a
grease
spot
on
a
Hungarian
diplomatic
passport
.
Poirot
roused
himself
with
a
slight
start
.
His
eyes
twinkled
a
little
as
they
met
the
eager
ones
of
M.
Bouc
.
"
Ah
!
my
dear
old
friend
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
see
,
I
have
become
what
they
call
the
snob
!
The
first-class
,
I
feel
it
should
be
attended
to
before
the
second-class
.
Next
,
I
think
,
we
will
interview
the
good
looking
Colonel
Arbuthnot
.
"
Finding
the
Colonel
's
French
to
be
of
a
severely
limited
description
,
Poirot
conducted
his
interrogation
in
English
.
Arbuthnot
's
name
,
age
,
home
address
and
exact
military
standing
were
all
ascertained
.
Poirot
proceeded
:
"
It
is
that
you
come
home
from
India
on
what
is
called
the
leave
--
what
we
call
en
permission
?
"
Colonel
Arbuthnot
,
uninterested
in
what
a
pack
of
foreigners
called
anything
,
replied
with
true
British
brevity
:
"
Yes
.
"
