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Doubtless
M.
Bouc
saw
a
change
in
his
friend
's
expression
.
"
It
is
at
your
wild
animal
you
look
?
"
he
asked
.
Poirot
nodded
.
As
his
coffee
was
brought
to
him
,
M.
Bouc
rose
to
his
feet
.
Having
started
before
Poirot
,
he
had
finished
some
time
ago
.
"
I
return
to
my
compartment
,
"
he
said
.
"
Come
along
presently
and
converse
with
me
.
"
"
With
pleasure
.
"
Poirot
sipped
his
coffee
and
ordered
a
liqueur
.
The
attendant
was
passing
from
table
to
table
with
his
box
of
money
,
accepting
payment
for
bills
.
The
elderly
American
lady
's
voice
rose
shrill
and
plaintive
.
"
My
daughter
said
,
'
Take
a
book
of
food
tickets
and
you
'll
have
no
trouble
--
no
trouble
at
all
.
'
Now
,
that
is
n't
so
.
Seems
they
have
to
have
a
ten
per
cent
tip
,
and
then
there
's
that
bottle
of
mineral
water
--
and
a
queer
sort
of
water
too
.
They
had
n't
got
any
Evian
or
Vichy
,
which
seems
queer
to
me
.
"
"
It
is
--
they
must
--
how
you
say
--
serve
the
water
of
the
country
,
"
explained
the
sheep-faced
lady
.
"
Well
,
it
seems
queer
to
me
.
