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"
It
may
be
so
.
But
I
could
not
rid
myself
of
the
impression
that
evil
had
passed
me
by
very
close
.
"
"
That
respectable
American
gentleman
?
"
"
That
respectable
American
gentleman
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
cheerfully
.
"
It
may
be
so
.
There
is
much
evil
in
the
world
.
"
At
that
moment
the
door
opened
and
the
concierge
came
towards
them
.
He
looked
concerned
and
apologetic
.
"
It
is
extraordinary
,
Monsieur
,
"
he
said
to
Poirot
.
"
There
is
not
one
first-class
sleeping
berth
to
be
had
on
the
train
.
"
"
Comment
?
"
cried
M.
Bouc
.
"
At
this
time
of
year
?
Ah
,
without
doubt
there
is
some
party
of
journalists
--
of
politicians
--
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
sir
,
"
said
the
concierge
,
turning
to
him
respectfully
.
"
But
that
's
how
it
is
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
"
M.
Bouc
turned
to
Poirot
.
"
Have
no
fear
,
my
friend
.
We
will
arrange
something
.
There
is
always
one
compartment
--
the
No.
16
,
which
is
not
engaged
.
The
conductor
sees
to
that
!
"
He
smiled
,
then
glanced
up
at
the
clock
.
"
Come
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
is
time
we
started
.
"
At
the
station
M.
Bouc
was
greeted
with
respectful
empressement
by
the
brown-uniformed
Wagon
Lit
conductor
.
