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"
It
is
really
a
most
extraordinary
case
,
"
said
Constantine
.
"
No
,
it
is
most
natural
.
"
M.
Bouc
flung
up
his
arms
in
comic
despair
.
"
If
this
is
what
you
call
natural
,
mom
ami
--
"
Words
failed
him
.
Poirot
had
by
this
time
requested
the
dining
car
attendant
to
fetch
Antonio
Foscarelli
.
The
big
Italian
had
a
wary
look
in
his
eye
as
he
came
in
.
He
shot
nervous
glances
from
side
to
side
like
a
trapped
animal
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
have
nothing
to
tell
you
--
nothing
,
do
you
hear
!
Per
Dio
--
"
He
struck
his
hand
on
the
table
.
"
Yes
,
you
have
something
more
to
tell
us
,
"
said
Poirot
firmly
.
"
The
truth
!
"
"
The
truth
?
"
He
shot
an
uneasy
glance
at
Poirot
.
All
the
assurance
and
geniality
had
gone
out
of
his
manner
.
"
Mais
oui
.
It
may
be
that
I
know
it
already
.
But
it
will
be
a
point
in
your
favour
if
it
comes
from
you
spontaneously
.
"
