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"
Mercy
!
Perhaps
you
'd
better
!
I
just
could
n't
bear
to
get
any
more
surprises
of
that
kind
"
The
examination
was
quickly
over
.
Mrs.
Hubbard
was
travelling
with
the
minimum
of
luggage
--
a
hat
box
,
a
cheap
suitcase
,
and
a
well-burdened
travelling
bag
.
The
contents
of
all
three
were
simple
and
straightforward
,
and
the
examination
would
not
have
taken
more
than
a
couple
of
minutes
had
not
Mrs.
Hubbard
delayed
matters
by
insisting
on
due
attention
being
paid
to
photographs
of
"
My
daughter
"
and
two
rather
ugly
children
--
"
My
daughter
's
children
.
Are
n't
they
cunning
?
"
Having
delivered
himself
of
various
polite
insincerities
,
and
having
told
Mrs.
Hubbard
that
he
would
order
coffee
to
be
brought
to
her
,
Poirot
was
able
to
take
his
leave
accompanied
by
his
two
friends
.
"
Well
,
we
have
made
a
start
and
drawn
a
blank
,
"
observed
M.
Bouc
.
"
Whom
shall
we
tackle
next
?
"
"
It
would
be
simplest
,
I
think
,
just
to
proceed
along
the
train
carriage
by
carriage
.
That
means
that
we
start
with
No.
16
--
the
amiable
M.
Hardman
.
"
Mr.
Hardman
,
who
was
smoking
a
cigar
,
welcomed
them
affably
.
"
Come
right
in
,
gentlemen
--
that
is
,
if
it
's
humanly
possible
.
It
's
just
a
mite
cramped
in
here
for
a
party
.
"
M.
Bouc
explained
the
object
of
their
visit
,
and
the
big
detective
nodded
comprehendingly
.
"
That
's
O.K.
To
tell
the
truth
,
I
've
been
wondering
you
did
n't
get
down
to
it
sooner
.
Here
are
my
keys
,
gentlemen
and
if
you
like
to
search
my
pockets
too
,
why
,
you
're
welcome
.
Shall
I
reach
the
grips
down
for
you
?
"
