Murder On The Orient Express / Убийство в восточном экспрессе
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Агата Кристи. Murder On The Orient Express / Убийство в восточном экспрессе
Murder on the orient express
PART 1. The Facts
1. An Important Passenger on the Taurus Express
2. The Tokatlian Hotel
3. Poirot Refuses a Case
4. A Cry in the Night
5. The Crime
6. A Woman?
7. The Body
8. The Armstrong Kidnapping Case
PART 2. The Evidence
1. The Evidence of the Wagon Lit Conductor
2. The Evidence of the Secretary
3. The Evidence of the Valet
4. The Evidence of the American Lady
5. The Evidence of the Swedish Lady
6. The Evidence of the Russian Princess
7. The Evidence of Count and Countess Andrenyi
8. The Evidence of Colonel Arbuthnot
9. The Evidence of Mr Hardman
10. The Evidence of the Italian
11. The Evidence of Miss Debenham
12. The Evidence of the German Lady’s-Maid
13. Summary of the Passengers’ Evidence
14. The Evidence of the Weapon
15. The Evidence of the Passengers’ Luggage
PART 3. Hercule Poirot Sits Back and Thinks
1. Which of Them?
2. Ten Questions
3. Certain Suggestive Points
4. The Grease Spot on a Hungarian Passport
5. The Christian Name of Princess Dragomiroff
6. A Second Interview with Colonel Arbuthnot
7. The Identity of Mary Debenham
8. Further Surprising Revelations
9. Poirot Propounds Two Solutions
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Отрывок из книги
It was five o’clock on a winter’s morning in Syria. Alongside the platform at Aleppo stood the train grandly designated in railway guides as the Taurus Express. It consisted of a kitchen and dining-car, a sleeping-car and two local coaches.
By the step leading up into the sleeping-car stood a young French lieutenant, resplendent in uniform, conversing with a small lean man, muffled up to the ears, of whom nothing was visible but a pink-tipped nose and the two points of an upward curled moustache.
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‘But yes, Monsieur. Monsieur has not noticed? The train has stopped. We have run into a snowdrift. Heaven knows how long we shall be here. I remember once being snowed up for seven days.’
‘Where are we?’
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