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"
How
long
shall
we
be
here
?
"
demanded
Mary
Debenham
.
"
Does
n't
anybody
know
?
"
Her
voice
sounded
impatient
,
but
Poirot
noted
that
there
were
no
signs
of
that
almost
feverish
anxiety
which
she
had
displayed
during
the
check
to
the
Taurus
Express
.
Mrs.
Hubbard
was
off
again
.
"
There
is
n't
anybody
knows
a
thing
on
this
train
.
And
nobody
's
trying
to
do
anything
.
Just
a
pack
of
useless
foreigners
.
Why
,
if
this
were
at
home
,
there
'd
be
someone
at
least
trying
to
do
something
.
"
Arbuthnot
turned
to
Poirot
and
spoke
in
careful
British
French
.
"
Vous
êtes
un
directeur
de
la
ligne
,
je
crois
,
Monsieur
.
Vous
pouvez
nous
dire
--
"
Smiling
Poirot
corrected
him
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
he
said
in
English
.
"
It
is
not
I
.
You
confound
me
with
my
friend
M.
Bouc
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
'm
sorry
.
"
"
Not
at
all
.
It
is
most
natural
.
I
am
now
in
the
compartment
that
he
had
formerly
.
"
