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She
went
on
more
quietly
.
"
Of
all
the
people
on
the
train
,
I
alone
had
probably
the
best
motive
for
killing
him
.
"
"
And
you
did
not
kill
him
,
Madame
?
"
"
I
swear
to
you
,
M.
Poirot
,
and
my
husband
knows
and
will
swear
also
--
that
,
much
as
I
may
have
been
tempted
to
do
so
,
I
never
lifted
a
hand
against
that
man
.
"
"
I
too
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
the
Count
.
"
I
give
you
my
word
of
honour
that
last
night
Helena
never
left
her
compartment
.
She
took
a
sleeping
draught
exactly
as
I
said
.
She
is
utterly
and
entirely
innocent
.
"
Poirot
looked
from
one
to
the
other
of
them
.
"
On
my
word
of
honour
,
"
repeated
the
Count
.
Poirot
shook
his
head
slightly
.
"
And
yet
you
took
it
upon
yourself
to
alter
the
name
in
the
passport
?
"
"
Monsieur
Poirot
,
"
the
Count
spoke
earnestly
and
passionately
.
"
Consider
my
position
.
Do
you
think
I
could
stand
the
thought
of
my
wife
dragged
through
a
sordid
police
case
.
She
was
innocent
,
I
knew
it
,
but
what
she
said
was
true
--
because
of
her
connection
with
the
Armstrong
family
she
would
have
been
immediately
suspected
.
She
would
have
been
questioned
--
arrested
,
perhaps
.
Since
some
evil
chance
had
taken
us
on
the
same
train
as
this
man
Ratchett
,
there
was
,
I
felt
sure
,
but
one
thing
for
it
.
I
admit
,
Monsieur
,
that
I
lied
to
you
--
all
,
that
is
,
save
in
one
thing
.
My
wife
never
left
her
compartment
last
night
.
"
