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Poirot
rose
,
uttered
excuses
to
the
Swedish
lady
and
followed
the
man
out
of
the
dining
car
.
It
was
not
his
own
conductor
,
but
a
big
fair
man
.
He
followed
his
guide
down
the
corridor
of
his
own
carriage
and
along
the
corridor
of
the
next
one
.
The
man
tapped
at
a
door
,
then
stood
aside
to
let
Poirot
enter
.
The
compartment
was
not
M.
Bouc
's
own
.
It
was
a
second-class
one
--
chosen
presumably
because
of
its
slightly
larger
size
.
It
certainly
gave
the
impression
of
being
crowded
.
M.
Bouc
himself
was
sitting
on
the
small
seat
in
the
opposite
corner
.
In
the
corner
next
the
window
facing
him
was
a
small
,
dark
man
looking
out
at
the
snow
.
Standing
up
and
quite
preventing
Poirot
from
advancing
any
farther
was
a
big
man
in
blue
uniform
(
the
chef
de
train
)
and
his
own
Wagon
Lit
conductor
.
"
Ah
,
my
good
friend
,
"
cried
M.
Bouc
.
"
Come
in
.
We
have
need
of
you
.
"
The
little
man
in
the
window
shifted
along
the
seat
,
Poirot
squeezed
past
the
other
two
men
and
sat
down
facing
his
friend
.
The
expression
on
M.
Bouc
's
face
gave
him
,
as
he
would
have
expressed
it
,
furiously
to
think
.
It
was
clear
that
something
out
of
the
common
had
happened
.
"
What
has
occurred
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
may
well
ask
that
.
First
this
snow
--
this
stoppage
.
And
now
--
"
