[the sound of a distant train whistle]
Bianchi:
I fear that help is at hand. Even if it is only a working party with picks and shovels, we must make haste to complete this inquiry before we reach Brod. If it is an engine with a snowplow, our troubles will really begin.
Dr. Constantine:
Who's next?
Hercule Poirot:
Mrs. Hubbard.
[Bianchi reacts as if his troubles HAVE already begun]
Bianchi:
Oh, my God.
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