Murder on the Orient Express

Agatha Christie 
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 MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS 
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Helena pondered deeply. Then she said: “No—I am sure—there is no one.” 
“You yourself—you were a young girl at the time—did you have no one to superintend your 
studies or to look after you?” 
“Oh! yes, I had a dragon—a sort of governess to me and secretary to Sonia combined. She 
was English—or rather Scotch; a big red-haired woman.” 
“What was her name?” 
“Miss Freebody.” 
“Young or old?” 
“She seemed frightfully old to me. I suppose she couldn’t have been more than forty. 
Susanne, of course, used to look after my clothes and maid me.” 
“And there were no other inmates of the house?” 
“Only servants.” 
“And you are certain, quite certain, Madame, that you have recognised no one on the train?” 
She replied earnestly: “No one, Monsieur. No one at all.” 

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