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Poirot
smiled
to
himself
.
The
altercation
--
if
it
was
one
--
went
on
for
some
time
.
It
's
proportions
were
ninety
per
cent
of
Mrs.
Hubbard
's
to
a
soothing
ten
per
cent
of
the
conductor
's
.
Finally
the
matter
seemed
to
be
adjusted
.
Poirot
heard
distinctly
:
"
Bonne
nuit
,
Madame
,
"
and
a
closing
door
.
He
pressed
his
own
finger
on
the
bell
.
The
conductor
arrived
promptly
.
He
looked
hot
and
worried
.
"
De
l'eau
minerale
,
s
'
il
vous
plait
.
"
"
Bien
,
Monsieur
.
"
Perhaps
a
twinkle
in
Poirot
's
eye
led
him
to
unburden
himself
.
"
La
Dame
Americaine
--
"
"
Yes
?
"
He
wiped
his
forehead
.
