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"
Be
so
good
as
just
to
initial
this
,
"
he
said
.
The
other
complied
.
"
There
is
no
one
,
I
suppose
,
who
can
confirm
your
story
of
your
identity
,
M.
Hardman
?
"
"
On
this
train
?
Well
,
not
exactly
.
Unless
it
might
be
young
MacQueen
.
I
know
him
well
enough
--
seen
him
in
his
father
's
office
in
New
York
--
but
that
's
not
to
say
he
'll
remember
me
from
a
crowd
of
other
operatives
.
No
,
Mr.
Poirot
,
you
'll
have
to
wait
and
cable
New
York
when
the
snow
lets
up
.
But
it
's
O.K.
I
'm
not
telling
the
tale
.
Well
,
so
long
,
gentlemen
.
Pleased
to
have
met
you
,
Mr.
Poirot
.
"
Poirot
proffered
his
cigarette
case
.
"
But
perhaps
you
prefer
a
pipe
?
"
"
Not
me
.
"
He
helped
himself
,
then
strode
briskly
off
.
The
three
men
looked
at
each
other
.
"
You
think
he
is
genuine
?
"
asked
Dr.
Constantine
.
