When something caught fire under the dining car, the whole express was stopped but what made me intrigued was the reaction of Mary Debenham. She was afraid of the delay as time was really important for her but I asked myself: 'Why?'. Almost ten minutes later the train started again and the girl's worries were needless.
Ugh, I really didn't like that kind of travelling. I was separated from my travelling companions on the boat and didn't see them again.
On arrival at the Galata Bridge I drove straight to the Tokatlian Hotel.
At the hotel there was an unexpected telegram for me:
'Development you predicted in Kassner Case has come unexpectedly please return immediately.'
Ah, that meant one thing - I'm going straight to London as soon as possible.
I asked the concierge to book a ticket to London for me on the Orient Express.
When I was going to order, I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder. It was M. Bouc. We chatted for a while, then he walked away and I started eating my meal. I was looking around when two people caught my eye. The first one was a man of thirty, clearly an American.
Hector MacQueen
The other, who really had attracted my attention, was also a man between sixty and seventy. He was slightly bald but all I could think of him was that he had benevolent personality, except one thing. His eyes. They were small, deep set and crafty.
Mr. Ratchett
When he looked at me there was something strange in his eyes. Tension, I thought, but it was more odd than that. When he passed me by he had an expression of a wild animal. I said that to M.Bouc and asked him about his observations but they only made me more curious about what was to come...
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Ugh, I really didn't like that kind of travelling. I was separated from my travelling companions on the boat and didn't see them again.
On arrival at the Galata Bridge I drove straight to the Tokatlian Hotel.
At the hotel there was an unexpected telegram for me:
'Development you predicted in Kassner Case has come unexpectedly please return immediately.'
Ah, that meant one thing - I'm going straight to London as soon as possible.
I asked the concierge to book a ticket to London for me on the Orient Express.
When I was going to order, I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder. It was M. Bouc. We chatted for a while, then he walked away and I started eating my meal. I was looking around when two people caught my eye. The first one was a man of thirty, clearly an American.
Hector MacQueen
The other, who really had attracted my attention, was also a man between sixty and seventy. He was slightly bald but all I could think of him was that he had benevolent personality, except one thing. His eyes. They were small, deep set and crafty.
Mr. Ratchett
When he looked at me there was something strange in his eyes. Tension, I thought, but it was more odd than that. When he passed me by he had an expression of a wild animal. I said that to M.Bouc and asked him about his observations but they only made me more curious about what was to come...
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