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Colonel
Arbuthnot
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
You
had
better
ask
her
.
I
still
think
that
you
are
wrong
.
"
Poirot
raised
his
voice
and
called
.
One
of
the
restaurant
attendants
came
from
the
far
end
of
the
car
.
"
Go
and
ask
the
English
lady
in
No.
11
if
she
will
be
good
enough
to
come
here
.
"
"
Bien
,
Monsieur
.
"
The
man
departed
.
The
four
men
sat
in
silence
.
Colonel
Arbuthnot
's
face
looked
as
though
it
were
carved
out
of
wood
,
it
was
rigid
and
impassive
.
The
man
returned
.
"
Thank
you
.
"
A
minute
or
two
later
Mary
Debenham
entered
the
dining
car
.
She
wore
no
hat
.
Her
head
was
thrown
back
as
though
in
defiance
.
The
sweep
of
her
hair
back
from
her
face
,
the
curve
of
her
nostril
suggested
the
figurehead
of
a
ship
plunging
gallantly
into
a
rough
sea
.
In
that
moment
she
was
beautiful
.
