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The
Italian
seemed
the
first
person
to
demur
to
this
view
.
"
Ah
,
well
,
these
things
they
happen
,
"
he
said
philosophically
,
"
in
a
great
civilization
such
as
America
--
"
Poirot
cut
him
short
.
"
Did
you
ever
come
across
any
members
of
the
Armstrong
family
?
"
"
No
,
I
do
not
think
so
.
It
is
difficult
to
say
.
I
will
give
you
some
figures
.
Last
year
alone
I
sold
--
"
"
Monsieur
,
pray
confine
yourself
to
the
point
.
"
The
Italian
's
hands
flung
themselves
out
in
a
gesture
of
apology
.
"
A
thousand
pardons
.
"
"
Tell
me
,
if
you
please
,
your
exact
movements
last
night
from
dinner
onwards
.
"
"
With
pleasure
.
I
stay
here
as
long
as
I
can
.
It
is
more
amusing
.
I
talk
to
the
American
gentleman
at
my
table
.
He
sells
typewriter
ribbons
.
Then
I
go
back
to
my
compartment
.
It
is
empty
.
The
miserable
John
Bull
who
shares
it
with
me
is
away
attending
to
his
master
.
At
last
he
comes
back
--
very
long
face
as
usual
.
He
will
not
talk
--
says
yes
and
no
.
A
miserable
race
,
the
English
--
not
sympathetic
.
He
sits
in
the
corner
,
very
stiff
,
reading
a
book
.
