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Название книги: Murder on the Orient Express
Автор(ы): Agatha Christie
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Murder-on-the-Orient-Express-230163.html
Part I. The Facts1. An Important Passenger on the Taurus Express
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 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.It was freezingly cold, and this job of seeing off a distinguished stranger was not one to be envied, but Lieutenant Dubosc performed his part manfully. Graceful phrases fell from his lips in polished French. Not that he knew what it was all about. There had been rumours, of course, as there always were in such cases. The General’s – his General’s – temper had grown worse and worse. And then there had come this Belgian stranger – all t
Название книги: Murder on the Orient Express
Автор(ы): Agatha Christie
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Murder-on-the-Orient-Express-230163.html
Part I. The Facts1. An Important Passenger on the Taurus Express
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 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.It was freezingly cold, and this job of seeing off a distinguished stranger was not one to be envied, but Lieutenant Dubosc performed his part manfully. Graceful phrases fell from his lips in polished French. Not that he knew what it was all about. There had been rumours, of course, as there always were in such cases. The General’s – his General’s – temper had grown worse and worse. And then there had come this Belgian stranger – all t
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