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"
You
are
sure
of
that
,
M.
Hardman
?
"
"
I
'm
plumb
certain
.
Nobody
got
on
that
train
from
outside
and
nobody
came
along
the
train
from
the
rear
carriages
.
I
'll
take
my
oath
on
that
.
"
"
Could
you
see
the
conductor
from
your
position
?
"
"
Sure
.
He
sits
on
that
little
seat
almost
flush
with
my
door
.
"
"
Did
he
leave
that
seat
at
all
after
the
train
stopped
at
Vincovci
?
"
"
That
was
the
last
station
?
Why
,
yes
,
he
answered
a
couple
of
bells
--
that
would
be
just
after
the
train
came
to
a
halt
for
good
.
Then
,
after
that
,
he
went
past
me
into
the
rear
coach
--
was
there
about
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
There
was
a
bell
ringing
like
mad
and
he
came
back
running
.
I
stepped
out
into
the
corridor
to
see
what
it
was
all
about
--
felt
a
mite
nervous
,
you
understand
--
but
it
was
only
the
American
dame
.
She
was
raising
hell
about
something
or
other
.
I
grinned
.
Then
he
went
on
to
another
compartment
and
came
back
and
got
a
bottle
of
mineral
water
for
someone
.
After
that
he
settled
down
in
his
seat
till
he
went
up
to
the
far
end
to
make
somebody
's
bed
up
.
I
do
n't
think
he
stirred
after
that
until
about
five
o'clock
this
morning
.
"
"
Did
he
doze
off
at
all
?
"
"
That
I
ca
n't
say
.
He
may
have
done
.
"
Poirot
nodded
.
Automatically
his
hands
straightened
the
papers
on
the
table
.
He
picked
up
the
official
card
once
more
.
