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"
Nothing
,
Monsieur
,
until
the
morning
.
"
"
You
are
sure
?
"
"
Ah
,
pardon
,
you
yourself
,
Monsieur
,
opened
your
door
and
looked
out
for
a
second
.
"
"
Good
,
my
friend
,
"
said
Poirot
.
"
I
wondered
whether
you
would
remember
that
.
By
the
way
,
I
was
awakened
by
what
sounded
like
something
heavy
falling
against
my
door
.
Have
you
any
idea
what
that
could
have
been
?
"
The
man
stared
at
him
.
"
There
was
nothing
,
Monsieur
.
Nothing
,
I
am
positive
of
it
.
"
"
Then
I
must
have
had
the
cauchemar
,
"
said
Poirot
philosophically
.
"
Unless
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
,
"
it
was
something
in
the
compartment
next
door
that
you
heard
.
"
Poirot
took
no
notice
of
the
suggestion
.
Perhaps
he
did
not
wish
to
before
the
Wagon
Lit
conductor
.
