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"
The
three
sleeping
car
attendants
are
coming
in
.
Will
you
be
so
kind
as
to
tell
me
which
is
the
one
you
met
last
night
as
you
were
going
with
the
rug
to
the
Princess
?
"
The
three
men
entered
.
Pierre
Michel
,
the
big
blond
conductor
of
the
Athens-Paris
coach
,
and
the
stout
burly
conductor
of
the
Bucharest
one
.
Hildegarde
Schmidt
looked
at
them
and
immediately
shook
her
head
.
"
No
,
Monsieur
,
"
she
said
.
"
None
of
these
is
the
man
I
saw
last
night
.
"
"
But
these
are
the
only
conductors
on
the
train
.
You
must
be
mistaken
.
"
"
I
am
quite
sure
,
Monsieur
.
These
are
all
tall
,
big
men
.
The
one
I
saw
was
small
and
dark
.
He
had
a
little
moustache
.
His
voice
when
he
said
'
Pardon
'
was
weak
like
a
woman
's
.
Indeed
,
I
remember
him
very
well
,
Monsieur
.
"
"
A
small
dark
man
with
a
womanish
voice
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
.
The
three
conductors
and
Hildegarde
Schmidt
had
been
dismissed
.
"
But
I
understand
nothing
--
but
nothing
of
all
this
!
The
enemy
that
this
Ratchett
spoke
of
,
he
was
then
on
the
train
after
all
?
But
where
is
he
now
?
How
can
he
have
vanished
into
thin
air
?
My
head
,
it
whirls
.
Say
something
,
then
,
my
friend
,
I
implore
you
.
Show
me
how
the
impossible
can
be
possible
!
"
"
It
is
a
good
phrase
that
,
"
said
Poirot
.
"
The
impossible
can
not
have
happened
,
therefore
the
impossible
must
be
possible
in
spite
of
appearances
.
"
