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"
The
valet
of
this
M.
Ratchett
,
he
tapped
several
times
at
the
door
this
morning
.
There
was
no
answer
.
Then
,
half
an
hour
ago
,
the
restaurant
car
attendant
came
.
He
wanted
to
know
if
Monsieur
was
taking
déjeuner
.
It
was
eleven
o'clock
,
you
comprehend
.
"
I
open
the
door
for
him
with
my
key
.
But
there
is
a
chain
,
too
,
and
that
is
fastened
.
There
is
no
answer
and
it
is
very
still
in
there
,
and
cold
--
but
cold
.
With
the
window
open
and
snow
drifting
in
.
I
thought
the
gentleman
had
had
a
fit
,
perhaps
.
I
got
the
chef
de
train
.
We
broke
the
chain
and
went
in
.
He
was
--
Ah
!
c
'
était
terrible
!
"
He
buried
his
face
in
his
hands
again
.
"
The
door
was
locked
and
chained
on
the
inside
,
"
said
Poirot
thoughtfully
.
"
It
was
not
suicide
--
eh
?
"
The
Greek
doctor
gave
a
sardonic
laugh
.
"
Does
a
man
who
commits
suicide
stab
himself
in
ten
--
twelve
--
fifteen
places
?
"
he
asked
.
Poirot
's
eyes
opened
.
"
That
is
great
ferocity
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
a
woman
,
"
said
the
chef
de
train
,
speaking
for
the
first
time
.
"
Depend
upon
it
,
it
was
a
woman
.
Only
a
woman
would
stab
like
that
.
"
