Murder on the Orient Express (Agatha Christie)
"No, sir. I prefer to read."
Poirot smiled. He could visualize the scene — the large, voluble Italian, and the snub direct administered by the gentleman's gentleman.
"And what, may I ask, are you reading?" he inquired.
"At present, sir, I am reading Love's Captive, by Mrs. Arabella Richardson."
"A good story?"
"I find it highly enjoyable, sir."
"Well, let us continue. You returned to your compartment and read Love's Captive till — when?"
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