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"
"
You
've
got
a
pretty
good
nerve
,
"
said
Ratchett
.
"
Will
twenty
thousand
dollars
tempt
you
?
"
"
It
will
not
.
"
"
If
you
're
holding
out
for
more
,
you
wo
n't
get
it
.
I
know
what
a
thing
's
worth
to
me
.
"
"
I
also
--
M.
Ratchett
.
"
"
What
's
wrong
with
my
proposition
?
"
Poirot
rose
.
"
If
you
will
forgive
me
for
being
personal
--
I
do
not
like
your
face
,
M.
Ratchett
,
"
he
said
.
And
with
that
he
left
the
restaurant
car
.
The
Simplon
Orient
Express
arrived
at
Belgrade
at
a
quarter
to
nine
that
evening
.
It
was
not
due
to
depart
again
until
9:15
,
so
Poirot
descended
to
the
platform
.
He
did
not
,
however
,
remain
there
long
.
The
cold
was
bitter
and
though
the
platform
itself
was
protected
,
heavy
snow
was
falling
outside
.
He
returned
to
his
compartment
.
The
conductor
,
who
was
on
the
platform
stamping
his
feet
and
waving
his
arms
to
keep
warm
,
spoke
to
him
.
