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Agatha Christie MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS
One of the restaurant attendants came through the door at the end and approached them. He addressed M. Bouc.
“The dinner, Monsieur, shall I serve it? It is ready some little time.”
M. Bouc looked at Poirot. The latter nodded. “By all means, let dinner be served.”
The attendant vanished through the doors at the other end. His bell could be heard ringing and
his voice upraised:
“Premier service. Le dîner est servi. Premier dîner—First service.”
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