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"
Voilà
,
Monsieur
.
"
The
conductor
displayed
to
Poirot
with
a
dramatic
gesture
the
beauty
of
his
sleeping
compartment
and
the
neat
arrangement
of
his
luggage
.
"
The
little
valise
of
Monsieur
,
I
have
placed
it
here
.
"
His
outstretched
hand
was
suggestive
.
Hercule
Poirot
placed
in
it
a
folded
note
.
"
Merci
,
Monsieur
.
"
The
conductor
became
brisk
and
businesslike
.
"
I
have
the
tickets
of
Monsieur
.
I
will
also
take
the
passport
,
please
.
Monsieur
breaks
his
journey
in
Stamboul
,
I
understand
?
"
M.
Poirot
assented
.
"
There
are
not
many
people
travelling
,
I
imagine
?
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
Monsieur
.
I
have
only
two
other
passengers
--
both
English
.
A
Colonel
from
India
,
and
a
young
English
lady
from
Baghdad
.
Monsieur
requires
anything
?
"
Monsieur
demanded
a
small
bottle
of
Perrier
.
Five
o'clock
in
the
morning
is
an
awkward
time
to
board
a
train
.
There
was
still
two
hours
before
dawn
.
Conscious
of
an
inadequate
night
's
sleep
,
and
of
a
delicate
mission
successfully
accomplished
,
M.
Poirot
curled
up
in
a
corner
and
fell
asleep
.
When
he
awoke
it
was
half-past
nine
,
and
he
sallied
forth
to
the
restaurant
car
in
search
of
hot
coffee
.
