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"
Any
objection
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Of
course
not
.
Sit
down
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
,
breakfast
is
n't
always
a
chatty
meal
.
"
"
I
should
hope
not
.
But
I
do
n't
bite
.
"
The
Colonel
sat
down
.
"
Boy
,
"
he
called
in
peremptory
fashion
.
He
gave
an
order
for
eggs
and
coffee
.
His
eyes
rested
for
a
moment
on
Hercule
Poirot
,
but
they
passed
on
indifferently
.
Poirot
,
reading
the
English
mind
correctly
,
knew
that
he
had
said
to
himself
,
"
Only
some
damned
foreigner
.
"
True
to
their
nationality
,
the
two
English
people
were
not
chatty
.
They
exchanged
a
few
brief
remarks
,
and
presently
the
girl
rose
and
went
back
to
her
compartment
.
At
lunch
time
the
other
two
again
shared
a
table
and
again
they
both
completely
ignored
the
third
passenger
.
Their
conversation
was
more
animated
than
at
breakfast
.
Colonel
Arbuthnot
talked
of
the
Punjab
,
and
occasionally
asked
the
girl
a
few
questions
about
Baghdad
where
it
became
clear
that
she
had
been
in
a
post
as
governess
.
