6/1/2023 0 Comments The murder on the links book![]() ![]() I judged that she was little more than seventeen, but her face was covered with powder, and her lips were quite impossibly scarlet. A thick cluster of black curls hid each ear. I looked up now, frowning slightly, into a pretty, impudent face, surmounted by a rakish little red hat. ![]() I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a Billingsgate fishwoman blush! Jumping up from her seat, she let down the window and stuck her head out, withdrawing it a moment later with the brief and forcible ejaculation Hell! Up till then I had hardly noticed my companion, but I was now violently recalled to the fact of her existence. I had made a somewhat hurried departure from the hotel and was busy assuring myself that I had duly collected all my traps when the train started. ![]() The Calais express was singularly empty-in fact, my own compartment held only one other traveller. I had been transacting some business in Paris and was returning by the morning service to London where I was still sharing rooms with my old friend, the Belgian ex-detective, Hercule Poirot. ![]() Only the lady who gave utterance to the exclamation was not a Duchess! Strangely enough, this tale of mine opens in much the same fashion. I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of his story forcible and original enough to catch and rivet the attention of the most blasé of editors, penned the following sentence: ![]()
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