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"
It
has
been
a
little
joke
between
us
,
has
it
not
--
this
business
of
sitting
back
and
thinking
out
the
truth
?
Well
,
I
am
about
to
put
my
theory
into
practice
--
here
before
your
eyes
.
You
two
must
do
the
same
.
Let
us
all
three
close
our
eyes
and
think
.
...
"
"
One
or
more
of
those
passengers
killed
Ratchett
.
Which
of
them
?
"
It
was
quite
a
quarter
of
an
hour
before
anyone
spoke
.
M.
Bouc
and
Dr.
Constantine
had
started
by
trying
to
obey
Poirot
's
instructions
.
They
had
endeavoured
to
see
through
the
maze
of
conflicting
particulars
to
a
clear
and
outstanding
solution
.
M.
Bouc
's
thoughts
had
run
something
as
follows
:
"
Assuredly
I
must
think
.
But
as
far
as
that
goes
I
have
already
thought
...
Poirot
obviously
thinks
this
English
girl
is
mixed
up
in
the
matter
.
I
can
not
help
feeling
that
that
is
most
unlikely
...
The
English
are
extremely
cold
.
Probably
it
is
because
they
have
no
figures
...
But
that
is
not
the
point
.
It
seems
that
the
Italian
could
not
have
done
it
--
a
pity
.
I
suppose
the
English
valet
is
not
lying
when
he
said
the
other
never
left
the
compartment
?
But
why
should
he
?
It
is
not
easy
to
bribe
the
English
,
they
are
so
unapproachable
.
The
whole
thing
is
most
unfortunate
.
I
wonder
when
we
shall
get
out
of
this
.
There
must
be
some
rescue
work
in
progress
.
They
are
so
slow
in
these
countries
...
it
is
hours
before
anyone
thinks
of
doing
anything
.
And
the
police
of
these
countries
,
they
will
be
most
trying
to
deal
with
--
puffed
up
with
importance
,
touchy
,
on
their
dignity
.
They
will
make
a
grand
affair
of
all
this
.
It
is
not
often
that
such
a
chance
comes
their
way
.
It
will
be
in
all
the
newspapers
...
.
"
And
from
there
on
M.
Bouc
's
thoughts
went
along
a
well-worn
course
which
they
had
already
traversed
some
hundred
times
.
Dr.
Constantine
's
thoughts
ran
thus
:
"
He
is
queer
,
this
little
man
.
A
genius
?
Or
a
crank
?
Will
he
solve
this
mystery
?
Impossible
.
I
can
see
no
way
out
of
it
.
It
is
all
too
confusing
...
Everyone
is
lying
,
perhaps
...
But
even
then
that
does
not
help
one
.
If
they
are
all
lying
it
is
just
as
confusing
as
if
they
were
speaking
the
truth
.
Odd
about
those
wounds
.
I
can
not
understand
it
...
It
would
be
easier
to
understand
if
he
had
been
shot
--
after
all
,
the
term
gunman
must
mean
that
they
shoot
with
a
gun
.
A
curious
country
,
America
.
I
should
like
to
go
there
.
It
is
so
progressive
.
When
I
get
home
I
must
get
hold
of
Demetrius
Zagone
--
he
has
been
to
America
,
he
has
all
the
modern
ideas
...
I
wonder
what
Zia
is
doing
at
this
moment
.
If
my
wife
ever
finds
out
--
"
