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"
You
think
--
?
"
"
He
is
the
only
man
so
far
who
admits
to
smoking
a
pipe
.
And
he
knew
of
Colonel
Armstrong
--
perhaps
actually
did
know
him
though
he
wo
n't
admit
it
.
"
"
So
you
think
it
possible
--
"
Poirot
shook
his
head
violently
.
"
That
is
just
it
--
it
is
impossible
--
quite
impossible
--
that
an
honourable
,
slightly
stupid
,
upright
Englishman
should
stab
an
enemy
twelve
times
with
a
knife
!
Do
you
not
feel
,
my
friends
,
how
impossible
it
is
?
"
"
That
is
the
psychology
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
.
"
And
one
must
respect
the
psychology
.
This
crime
has
a
signature
and
it
is
certainly
not
the
signature
of
Colonel
Arbuthnot
.
But
now
to
our
next
interview
.
"
This
time
M.
Bouc
did
not
mention
the
Italian
.
But
he
thought
of
him
.
The
last
of
the
first-class
passengers
to
be
interviewed
--
Mr.
Hardman
--
was
the
big
flamboyant
American
who
had
shared
a
table
with
the
Italian
and
the
valet
.
He
wore
a
somewhat
loud
check
suit
,
a
pink
shirt
,
a
flashy
tiepin
,
and
was
rolling
something
round
his
tongue
as
he
entered
the
dining
car
.
He
had
a
big
,
fleshy
,
coarse-featured
face
,
with
a
good
humoured
expression
.
