The Mystery of the Blue Train Author:Agatha Christie The Blue Train sped south. Katherine went to the dining car alone, taking along a book to read. Her table companion was a small man, distinctly foreign in appearance. He had an egg-shaped head and a rigidly waxed moustache. — "I see, Madame that you have a 'roman policier'. You are fond of such things?" — "They amuse me," Katherine admitted. ... more »"And they give one the illusion of living an exciting life."
He nodded gravely.
"Of course, one knows that such things don't really happen."
"Sometines, Mademmoiselle! Sometimes!" he interrupted sharply. "I who speak to you - they have happened to me. Would you like them to happen to you?"« less