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"
But
yes
,
continue
,
I
pray
of
you
.
"
"
Well
,
it
's
nothing
really
,
"
said
the
Colonel
slowly
.
"
But
you
said
anything
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
.
Go
on
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
nothing
.
A
mere
detail
.
But
as
I
got
back
to
my
compartment
I
noticed
that
the
door
of
the
one
beyond
mine
--
the
end
one
,
you
know
--
"
"
Yes
,
No.
16
.
"
"
Well
,
the
door
of
it
was
not
quite
closed
.
And
the
fellow
inside
peered
out
in
a
furtive
sort
of
way
.
Then
he
pulled
the
door
to
quickly
.
Of
course
,
I
know
there
's
nothing
in
that
--
but
it
just
struck
me
as
a
bit
odd
.
I
mean
,
it
's
quite
usual
to
open
a
door
and
stick
your
head
out
if
you
want
to
see
anything
.
But
it
was
the
furtive
way
he
did
it
that
caught
my
attention
.
"
"
Ye-es
,
"
said
Poirot
doubtfully
.
"
I
told
you
there
was
nothing
to
it
,
"
said
Arbuthnot
apologetically
.
"
But
you
know
what
it
is
--
early
hours
of
the
morning
--
everything
very
still
--
the
thing
had
a
sinister
look
--
like
a
detective
story
.
All
nonsense
,
really
.
"
He
rose
.
"
Well
,
if
you
do
n't
want
me
any
more
--
"
