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"
But
,
man
,
your
baggage
--
it
's
gone
.
"
"
It
has
been
moved
into
another
compartment
--
that
is
all
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
see
.
"
He
resumed
his
conversation
with
Arbuthnot
and
Poirot
passed
on
down
the
corridor
.
Two
doors
from
his
own
compartment
,
the
elderly
American
lady
,
Mrs.
Hubbard
,
was
standing
talking
to
the
sheep-like
lady
who
was
a
Swede
.
Mrs.
Hubbard
was
pressing
a
magazine
on
the
other
.
"
No
,
do
take
it
,
my
dear
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
've
got
plenty
other
things
to
read
.
My
,
is
n't
the
cold
something
frightful
?
"
She
nodded
amicably
to
Poirot
.
"
You
are
most
kind
,
"
said
the
Swedish
lady
.
"
Not
at
all
.
I
hope
you
'll
sleep
well
and
that
your
head
will
be
better
in
the
morning
.
"
"
It
is
the
cold
only
.
I
make
now
myself
a
cup
of
tea
.
"
"
Have
you
got
some
aspirin
?
Are
you
sure
,
now
?
I
've
got
plenty
.
Well
,
good
night
,
my
dear
.
"
