The famous Orient Express, thundering along on its three days' journey across Europe, came to a sudden stop in the night. Snowdrifts blocked the line at a desolate spot somewhere in the Balkans. Everything was deathly quiet. "e;Decidedly I suffer from the nerves,"e; murmured Hercule Poirot, and fell asleep again. He awoke to find himself very much wanted. For in the night murder had been committed. Mr. Ratchett, an American millionaire, was found lying dead in his berth stabbed. The untrodden snow around the train proved that the murderer was still on board. Poirot investigates. He lies back and thinks with his little grey cells. . . .
Murder on the Orient Express must rank as one of the most ingenious stories ever devised. The solution is brilliant. Once can but admire again the amazing resource of Agatha Christie."e;