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"
Just
exactly
what
's
up
on
this
train
?
It
seems
bughouse
to
me
.
"
Poirot
twinkled
at
him
:
"
Are
you
quite
sure
,
Mr.
Hardman
,
that
you
yourself
were
not
the
gardener
at
the
Armstrong
home
?
"
"
They
did
n't
have
a
garden
,
"
replied
Mr.
Hardman
literally
.
"
Or
the
butler
?
"
"
Have
n't
got
the
fancy
manner
for
a
place
like
that
.
No
,
I
never
had
any
connection
with
the
Armstrong
house
--
but
I
'm
beginning
to
believe
I
'm
about
the
only
one
on
this
train
who
had
n't
!
Can
you
beat
it
--
that
's
what
I
say
?
Can
you
beat
it
?
"
"
It
is
certainly
a
little
surprising
,
"
said
Poirot
mildly
.
"
C'est
rigolo
,
"
burst
from
M.
Bouc
.
"
Have
you
any
ideas
of
your
own
about
the
crime
,
M.
Hardman
?
"
inquired
Poirot
.
"
No
,
sir
.
It
's
got
me
beat
.
I
do
n't
know
how
to
figure
it
out
.
They
ca
n't
all
be
in
it
;
but
which
one
is
the
guilty
party
is
beyond
me
.
How
did
you
get
wise
to
all
this
,
that
's
what
I
want
to
know
?
"
