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The
German
woman
had
arrived
with
the
keys
.
The
Princess
spoke
to
her
in
her
own
language
,
telling
her
to
open
the
valises
and
help
the
gentlemen
in
their
search
.
She
herself
remained
in
the
corridor
looking
out
at
the
snow
and
Poirot
remained
with
her
,
leaving
M.
Bouc
to
the
task
of
searching
the
luggage
.
She
regarded
him
with
a
grim
smile
.
"
Well
,
Monsieur
,
do
you
not
wish
to
see
what
my
valises
contain
?
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
Madame
,
it
is
a
formality
,
that
is
all
.
"
"
Are
you
so
sure
?
"
"
In
your
case
,
yes
.
"
"
And
yet
I
knew
and
loved
Sonia
Armstrong
.
What
do
you
think
,
then
?
That
I
would
not
soil
my
hands
with
killing
such
canaille
as
that
man
Cassetti
?
Well
,
perhaps
you
are
right
.
"
She
was
silent
a
minute
or
two
,
then
she
said
:
"
With
such
a
man
as
that
,
do
you
know
what
I
should
have
liked
to
have
done
?
I
should
have
liked
to
call
to
my
servants
:
"
Flog
this
man
to
death
and
fling
him
out
on
the
rubbish
heap
.
"
That
is
the
way
things
were
done
when
I
was
young
.
Monsieur
.
"
