Murder on the Orient Express

Agatha Christie 
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 MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS 
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“Thank you, Masterman. By the way, are you a pipe-smoker?” 
“No, sir. I only smoke cigarettes—gaspers, sir.” 
“Thank you, that will do.” 
Poirot gave him a nod of dismissal. 
The valet hesitated a moment. 
“You’ll excuse me, sir, but the elderly American lady is in what I might describe as a state, 
sir. She’s saying she knows all about the murderer. She’s in a very excitable condition, sir.” 
“In that case,” said Poirot, smiling, “we had better see her next.” 
“Shall I tell her, sir? She’s been demanding to see someone in authority for a long time. The 
conductor’s been trying to pacify her.” 
“Send her to us, my friend,” said Poirot. “We will listen to her story now.” 

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