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"
Your
American
terms
are
so
quaint
,
so
expressive
,
"
he
said
.
"
Me
,
I
would
much
like
to
go
to
America
,
"
said
Poirot
.
"
You
'd
learn
a
few
go-ahead
methods
over
there
,
"
said
Hardman
.
"
Europe
wants
waking
up
.
She
's
half
asleep
.
"
"
It
is
true
that
America
is
the
country
of
progress
,
"
agreed
Poirot
.
"
There
is
much
that
I
admire
about
Americans
.
Only
--
I
am
perhaps
old-fashioned
--
but
me
,
I
find
the
American
woman
less
charming
than
my
own
countrywomen
.
The
French
or
Belgian
girl
,
coquettish
,
charming
--
I
think
there
is
no
one
to
touch
her
.
"
Hardman
turned
away
to
peer
out
at
the
snow
for
a
minute
.
"
Perhaps
you
're
right
,
M.
Poirot
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
I
guess
every
nation
likes
its
own
girls
best
.
"
He
blinked
as
though
the
snow
hurt
his
eyes
.
"
Kind
of
dazzling
,
is
n't
it
?
"
he
remarked
.
"
Say
,
gentlemen
,
this
business
is
getting
on
my
nerves
.
Murder
and
the
snow
and
all
,
and
nothing
doing
.
Just
hanging
about
and
killing
time
.
I
'd
like
to
get
busy
after
someone
or
something
.
"
"
The
true
Western
spirit
of
hustle
,
"
said
Poirot
with
a
smile
.
The
conductor
replaced
the
bags
and
they
moved
on
to
the
next
compartment
.
Colonel
Arbuthnot
was
sitting
in
a
corner
smoking
a
pipe
and
reading
a
magazine
.
