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"
She
looked
distastefully
at
the
heap
of
small
change
on
the
table
in
front
of
her
.
"
Look
at
all
this
peculiar
stuff
he
's
given
me
.
Dinars
or
something
.
Just
a
lot
of
rubbish
,
it
looks
.
My
daughter
said
--
"
Mary
Debenham
pushed
back
her
chair
and
left
with
a
slight
bow
to
the
other
two
.
Colonel
Arbuthnot
got
up
and
followed
her
.
Gathering
up
her
despised
money
,
the
American
lady
followed
suit
,
followed
by
the
lady
like
a
sheep
.
The
Hungarians
had
already
departed
.
The
restaurant
car
was
empty
save
for
Poirot
and
Ratchett
and
MacQueen
.
Ratchett
spoke
to
his
companion
,
who
got
up
and
left
the
car
.
Then
he
rose
himself
,
but
instead
of
following
MacQueen
he
dropped
unexpectedly
into
the
seat
opposite
Poirot
.
"
Can
you
oblige
me
with
a
light
?
"
he
said
.
His
voice
was
soft
--
faintly
nasal
.
"
My
name
is
Ratchett
.
"
Poirot
bowed
slightly
.
He
slipped
his
hand
into
his
pocket
and
produced
a
matchbox
which
he
handed
to
the
other
man
,
who
took
it
but
did
not
strike
a
light
.
"
I
think
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
that
I
have
the
pleasure
of
speaking
to
M.
Hercule
Poirot
.
Is
that
so
?
"
Poirot
bowed
again
.
"
You
have
been
correctly
informed
,
Monsieur
.
"
The
detective
was
conscious
of
those
strange
shrewd
eyes
summing
him
up
before
the
other
spoke
again
.
"
In
my
country
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
come
to
the
point
quickly
.
Mr.
Poirot
,
I
want
you
to
take
on
a
job
for
me
.
"
