-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Агата Кристи
-
- Убийство в Восточном экспрессе
-
- Стр. 164/327
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Colonel
Arbuthnot
gave
him
a
cold
stare
.
"
I
really
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
,
"
he
said
.
The
stare
seemed
to
abash
Poirot
.
He
dropped
his
eyes
and
began
fiddling
with
the
papers
in
front
of
him
.
"
All
this
is
by
the
way
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
us
be
practical
and
come
to
facts
.
This
crime
,
we
have
reason
to
believe
,
took
place
at
a
quarter
past
one
last
night
.
It
is
part
of
the
necessary
routine
to
ask
everyone
on
the
train
what
he
or
she
was
doing
at
that
time
.
"
"
Quite
so
.
At
a
quarter
past
one
,
to
the
best
of
my
belief
,
I
was
talking
to
the
young
American
fellow
--
secretary
to
the
dead
man
.
"
"
Ah
!
Were
you
in
his
compartment
,
or
was
he
in
yours
?
"
"
I
was
in
his
.
"
"
That
is
the
young
man
of
the
name
of
MacQueen
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
He
was
a
friend
or
acquaintance
of
yours
?
"
