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Then
the
conductor
comes
and
makes
our
beds
.
"
"
Nos.
4
and
5
,
"
murmured
Poirot
.
"
Exactly
--
the
end
compartment
.
Mine
is
the
upper
berth
.
I
get
up
there
.
I
smoke
and
read
.
The
little
Englishman
has
,
I
think
,
the
toothache
.
He
gets
out
a
little
bottle
of
stuff
that
smells
very
strong
.
He
lies
in
bed
and
groans
.
Presently
I
sleep
.
Whenever
I
wake
I
hear
him
groaning
.
"
"
Do
you
know
if
he
left
the
carriage
at
all
during
the
night
?
"
"
I
do
not
think
so
.
That
,
I
should
hear
.
The
light
from
the
corridor
--
one
wakes
up
automatically
thinking
it
is
the
Customs
examination
at
some
frontier
.
"
"
Did
he
ever
speak
of
his
master
?
Ever
express
any
animus
against
him
?
"
"
I
tell
you
he
did
not
speak
.
He
was
not
sympathetic
.
A
fish
.
"
"
You
smoke
,
you
say
--
a
pipe
,
cigarettes
,
cigars
?
"
"
Cigarettes
only
.
"
Poirot
proffered
him
one
which
he
accepted
.
