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"
Your
valises
have
been
moved
,
Monsieur
,
to
the
compartment
No.
1
,
the
compartment
of
M.
Bouc
.
"
"
But
where
is
M.
Bouc
,
then
?
"
"
He
has
moved
into
the
coach
from
Athens
which
has
just
been
put
on
.
"
Poirot
went
in
search
of
his
friend
.
M.
Bouc
waved
his
protestations
aside
.
"
It
is
nothing
.
It
is
nothing
.
It
is
more
convenient
like
this
.
You
are
going
through
to
England
,
so
it
is
better
that
you
should
stay
in
the
through
coach
to
Calais
.
Me
,
I
am
very
well
here
.
It
is
most
peaceful
.
This
coach
is
empty
save
for
myself
and
one
little
Greek
doctor
.
Ah
!
my
friend
,
what
a
night
!
They
say
there
has
not
been
so
much
snow
for
years
.
Let
us
hope
we
shall
not
be
held
up
.
I
am
not
too
happy
about
it
,
I
can
tell
you
.
"
At
9:15
punctually
the
train
pulled
out
of
the
station
,
and
shortly
afterwards
Poirot
got
up
,
said
good
night
to
his
friend
and
made
his
way
along
the
corridor
back
into
his
own
coach
which
was
in
front
next
to
the
dining
car
.
On
this
,
the
second
day
of
the
journey
,
barriers
were
breaking
down
.
Colonel
Arbuthnot
was
standing
at
the
door
of
his
compartment
talking
to
MacQueen
.
MacQueen
broke
off
something
he
was
saying
when
he
saw
Poirot
.
He
looked
very
surprised
.
"
Why
,
"
he
cried
,
"
I
thought
you
'd
left
us
.
You
said
you
were
getting
off
at
Belgrade
.
"
"
You
misunderstood
me
,
"
said
Poirot
,
smiling
.
"
I
remember
now
,
the
train
started
from
Stamboul
just
as
we
were
talking
about
it
.
"
