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"
It
is
the
kind
you
get
on
a
train
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
"
in
paper
covers
.
"
Poirot
was
feeling
in
the
pockets
of
Ratchett
's
clothing
.
Presently
he
pulled
out
a
box
of
matches
.
He
compared
them
carefully
.
"
The
rounder
one
is
a
match
struck
by
Mr.
Ratchett
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
us
see
if
he
had
also
the
flatter
kind
.
"
But
a
further
search
showed
no
other
matches
.
Poirot
's
eyes
were
darting
about
the
compartment
.
They
were
bright
and
sharp
like
a
bird
's
.
One
felt
that
nothing
could
escape
their
scrutiny
.
With
a
little
exclamation
he
bent
and
picked
up
something
from
the
floor
.
It
was
a
small
square
of
cambric
,
very
dainty
.
"
Our
friend
the
chef
de
train
was
right
.
There
is
a
woman
concerned
in
this
.
"
"
And
most
conveniently
she
leaves
her
handkerchief
behind
!
"
said
Poirot
.
"
Exactly
as
it
happens
in
the
books
and
on
the
films
--
and
to
make
things
even
easier
for
us
it
is
marked
with
an
initial
.
"
"
What
a
stroke
of
luck
for
us
!
"
exclaimed
the
doctor
.
