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"
I
just
guessed
.
"
"
Then
,
believe
me
,
you
're
a
pretty
slick
guesser
.
Yes
,
I
'll
tell
the
world
you
're
a
slick
guesser
.
"
Mr.
Hardman
leaned
back
and
looked
at
Poirot
admiringly
.
"
You
'll
excuse
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
no
one
would
believe
it
to
look
at
you
.
I
take
off
my
hat
to
you
.
I
do
,
indeed
.
"
"
You
are
too
kind
,
M.
Hardman
.
"
"
Not
at
all
.
I
've
got
to
hand
it
to
you
.
"
"
All
the
same
,
"
said
Poirot
,
"
the
problem
is
not
yet
quite
solved
.
Can
we
say
with
authority
that
we
know
who
killed
M.
Ratchett
?
"
"
Count
me
out
,
"
said
Mr.
Hardman
.
"
I
'm
not
saying
anything
at
all
.
I
'm
just
full
of
natural
admiration
.
What
about
the
other
two
you
've
not
had
a
guess
at
yet
?
The
old
American
dame
and
the
lady
's
maid
?
I
suppose
we
can
take
it
that
they
're
the
only
innocent
parties
on
the
train
?
"
"
Unless
,
"
said
Poirot
,
smiling
,
"
we
can
fit
them
into
our
little
collection
as
--
shall
we
say
?
--
housekeeper
and
cook
in
the
Armstrong
household
.
"
"
Well
,
nothing
in
the
world
would
surprise
me
now
,
"
said
Mr.
Hardman
with
quiet
resignation
.
"
Bughouse
--
that
's
what
this
business
is
--
bughouse
!
"
