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With
more
vigour
than
chivalry
,
M.
Bouc
deposited
the
fainting
lady
with
her
head
on
the
table
.
Dr.
Constantine
yelled
for
one
of
the
restaurant
attendants
,
who
came
at
a
run
.
"
Keep
her
head
so
,
"
said
the
doctor
.
"
If
she
revives
give
her
a
little
cognac
.
You
understand
?
"
Then
he
hurried
off
after
the
other
two
.
His
interest
lay
wholly
in
the
crime
--
swooning
middle-aged
ladies
did
not
interest
him
at
all
.
It
is
possible
that
Mrs.
Hubbard
revived
rather
quicker
with
these
methods
than
she
might
otherwise
have
done
.
A
few
minutes
later
she
was
sitting
up
,
sipping
cognac
from
a
glass
proffered
by
the
attendant
,
and
talking
once
more
.
"
I
just
ca
n't
say
how
terrible
it
was
.
I
do
n't
suppose
anybody
on
this
train
can
understand
my
feelings
.
I
've
always
been
vurry
,
vurry
sensitive
ever
since
a
child
.
The
mere
sight
of
blood
--
ugh
--
why
even
now
I
come
over
queer
when
I
think
about
it
.
"
The
attendant
proffered
the
glass
again
.
"
Encore
un
peu
,
Madame
.
"
"
D'you
think
I
'd
better
?
I
'm
a
lifelong
teetotaller
.
I
just
never
touch
spirits
or
wine
at
any
time
.
All
my
family
are
abstainers
.
Still
perhaps
as
this
is
only
medical
--
"
She
sipped
once
more
.
In
the
meantime
Poirot
and
M.
Bouc
,
closely
followed
by
Dr.
Constantine
,
had
hurried
out
of
the
restaurant
car
and
along
the
corridor
of
the
Stamboul
coach
towards
Mrs.
Hubbard
's
compartment
.
