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Dr.
Constantine
looked
rather
guilty
.
He
had
,
he
felt
,
treated
Mrs.
Hubbard
rather
cavalierly
.
But
she
had
no
reproaches
for
him
.
Her
energies
were
concentrated
on
another
matter
.
"
I
'm
just
going
to
say
one
thing
right
out
,
"
she
said
breathlessly
as
she
arrived
in
the
doorway
.
"
I
'm
not
going
on
any
longer
in
this
compartment
!
Why
,
I
would
n't
sleep
in
it
tonight
if
you
paid
me
a
million
dollars
.
"
"
But
,
Madame
--
"
"
I
know
what
you
are
going
to
say
,
and
I
'm
telling
you
right
now
that
I
wo
n't
do
any
such
thing
!
Why
,
I
'd
rather
sit
up
all
night
in
the
corridor
.
"
She
began
to
cry
.
"
Oh
!
if
my
daughter
could
only
know
--
if
she
could
see
me
now
,
why
--
"
Poirot
interrupted
firmly
.
"
You
misunderstand
,
Madame
.
Your
demand
is
most
reasonable
.
Your
baggage
shall
be
changed
at
once
to
another
compartment
.
"
Mrs.
Hubbard
lowered
her
handkerchief
.
