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He
paused
--
and
a
sort
of
strangled
gasp
came
from
the
Wagon
Lit
conductor
.
"
And
now
what
?
"
"
And
now
a
passenger
lies
dead
in
his
berth
--
stabbed
.
"
M.
Bouc
spoke
with
a
kind
of
calm
desperation
.
"
A
passenger
?
Which
passenger
?
"
"
An
American
.
A
man
called
--
called
--
"
he
consulted
some
notes
in
front
of
him
.
"
Ratchett
--
that
is
right
--
Ratchett
?
"
"
Yes
,
Monsieur
,
"
the
Wagon
Lit
man
gulped
.
Poirot
looked
at
him
.
He
was
as
white
as
chalk
.
"
You
had
better
let
that
man
sit
down
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
may
faint
otherwise
.
"
