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But
at
that
moment
the
voice
of
the
Wagon
Lit
conductor
spoke
from
over
Poirot
's
shoulder
.
An
apologetic
,
rather
breathless
voice
.
"
There
is
no
other
berth
on
the
train
,
Monsieur
.
The
gentleman
has
to
come
in
here
.
"
He
was
hauling
up
the
corridor
window
as
he
spoke
and
began
to
lift
in
Poirot
's
luggage
.
Poirot
noticed
the
apology
in
his
tone
with
some
amusement
.
Doubtless
the
man
had
been
promised
a
good
tip
if
he
could
keep
the
compartment
for
the
sole
use
of
the
other
traveller
.
However
,
even
the
most
munificent
of
tips
lose
their
effect
when
a
director
of
the
company
is
on
board
and
issues
his
orders
.
The
conductor
emerged
from
the
compartment
,
having
swung
the
suitcases
up
on
to
the
racks
.
"
Voilà
Monsieur
,
"
he
said
.
"
All
is
arranged
.
Yours
is
the
upper
berth
,
the
number
7
.
We
start
in
one
minute
.
"
He
hurried
off
down
the
corridor
.
Poirot
reentered
the
compartment
.
"
A
phenomenon
I
have
seldom
seen
,
"
he
said
cheerfully
.
"
A
Wagon
Lit
conductor
himself
puts
up
the
luggage
!
It
is
unheard
of
!
"
His
fellow
traveller
smiled
.
He
had
evidently
got
over
his
annoyance
--
had
probably
decided
that
it
was
no
good
to
take
the
matter
other
than
philosophically
.
