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race ca out of bessners cab and said authoritatively: &ot;would you d all clearg off? we want to brg out the body&ot;

everyone oved away obediently poirot went with the rnelia said to hi with sad earnestness: &ot;ill never fet this trip as long as i live three deaths its jt like livg a nightare&ot;

fergon overheard her he said aggressively: &ot;thats becae youre overcivilized you should look on death as the oriental does its a re cident - hardly noticeable&ot;

&ot;thats all very well,&ot; rnelia said &ot;theyre not educated, poor creatures&ot;

&ot;no, and a good thg too education has devitalized the white races look at arica - goes for an y of culture siply disgtg&ot;

&ot;i thk youre talkg nonsense,&ot; said rnelia fshg &ot;i attend lectures every ter on greek art and the renaissance, and i went to on fao won of history&ot;

r fergon groaned agony &ot;greek art! renaissance! fao won of history! it akes ite sick to hear you its the future that atters, woan, not the past three won are dead on this boat well, what of it? theyre no loss! l doyle and her oney! the french aid - a dostic parasite rs otterbourne - a eless fool of a woan do you thk anyone really cares whether theyre dead or not? i dont i thk its a daned good thg!&ot;

&ot;then youre wrong!&ot; rnelia blazed out at hi &ot;and it akes sick to hear you talk and talk, as though nobody attered but you i didnt like rs otterbourne uch, but her daughter was ever fond o