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"
No
fingerprints
at
all
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
means
it
has
been
wiped
.
Well
,
if
there
had
been
fingerprints
it
would
have
told
us
very
little
.
They
would
have
been
those
of
M.
Ratchett
or
his
valet
or
the
conductor
.
Criminals
do
not
make
mistakes
of
that
kind
nowadays
.
"
And
that
being
so
,
"
he
added
cheerfully
,
"
we
might
as
well
shut
the
window
.
Positively
it
is
the
cold
storage
in
here
!
"
He
suited
the
action
to
the
word
and
then
turned
his
attention
for
the
first
time
to
the
motionless
figure
lying
in
the
bunk
.
Ratchett
lay
on
his
back
.
His
pyjama
jacket
,
stained
with
rusty
patches
,
had
been
unbuttoned
and
thrown
back
.
"
I
had
to
see
the
nature
of
the
wounds
,
you
see
,
"
explained
the
doctor
.
Poirot
nodded
.
He
bent
over
the
body
.
Finally
he
straightened
himself
with
a
slight
grimace
.
"
It
is
not
pretty
,
"
he
said
.
"
Someone
must
have
stood
there
and
stabbed
him
again
and
again
.
How
many
wounds
are
there
exactly
?
"
"
I
make
it
twelve
.
One
or
two
are
so
slight
as
to
be
practically
scratches
.
On
the
other
hand
,
at
least
three
would
be
capable
of
causing
death
.
"
Something
in
the
doctor
's
tone
caught
Poirot
's
attention
.
He
looked
at
him
sharply
.
The
little
Greek
was
standing
staring
down
at
the
body
with
a
puzzled
frown
.
