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His
voice
had
softened
.
The
tears
came
into
his
eyes
.
Then
he
wheeled
round
abruptly
on
his
heel
and
strode
out
of
the
dining
car
.
"
Pietro
,
"
called
Poirot
.
The
dining
car
attendant
came
at
a
run
.
"
The
No.
10
--
the
Swedish
lady
.
"
"
Bien
,
Monsieur
.
"
"
Another
?
"
cried
M.
Bouc
.
"
Ah
,
no
--
it
is
not
possible
.
I
tell
you
it
is
not
possible
.
"
"
Mon
cher
,
we
have
to
know
.
Even
if
in
the
end
everybody
on
the
train
proves
to
have
a
motive
for
killing
Ratchett
,
we
have
to
know
.
Once
we
know
,
we
can
settle
once
for
all
where
the
guilt
lies
.
"
"
My
head
is
spinning
,
"
groaned
M.
Bouc
.
Greta
Ohlsson
was
ushered
in
sympathetically
by
the
attendant
.
She
was
weeping
bitterly
.
She
collapsed
on
the
seat
facing
Poirot
and
wept
steadily
into
a
large
handkerchief
.
