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fort at his side her hands were clenched on the rail the expression on her face, as 射 turned it toward hi, ite startled hi it was no lonr gay or alicio 射 looked devoured by ner nsug fire
&ot;they dont care any ore&ot; the words ca low and fast &ot;theyve got beyond i cant reach the they dont d if i here or not i cant - i cant hurt the any ore&ot;
her hands on the rail trebled
&ot;adeoiselle -&ot;
射 broke : &ot;oh, its too late now - too late for warng you were right i ought not to have e not on this journey what did you call it? a journey of the ul? i cant go back; ive got to go on and i gog on they shant be happy tother; they shant id kill hi oner&ot;
射 turned abruptly away poirot, starg after her, felt a hand on his shoulder &ot;your girl friend sees a trifle upset, onsieur poirot&ot;
poirot turned he stared surprise, seeg an old acatance
&ot;lonel race&ot;
the tall bronzed an siled
&ot;bit of a surprise, eh?&ot;
hercule poirot had e across lonel race a year previoly london they had been fellow guests at a very stran dner party - a dner party that had ended death for that stran an, their host
poirot knew that race was a an of unadvertised gogs and gs he was ually to be found one of the outposts of epire where trouble was breg
&ot; you are here at wвdi halfa,&ot; he rearked thoughtfully
&ot;i a here on this boat&ot;
&ot;you an?&ot;
&ot;that i a akg the return journe
