Ten people, each with something to hide and something to fear, are invited to a lonely mansion on Soldier Island by a host who, surprisingly, fails to appear.
When the wealthy patriarch, Aristide, is murdered, suspicion falls on the whole household. ...
Travelling on the Orient Express, Poirot is approached by a desperate American. Afraid that someone plans to kill him, Ratchett asks Poirot for help ...
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Recently we had been to Chennai and just returned the other day. Travelling by train is an interesting experience. We had the compartment to ourselves till evening. The others got in later, they were from different parts of our country. We all sat busy reading our papers and magazines and doing sudoku. Everything was exhausted but no one knew how to break the ice. Dinner was served and one of us tentatively passed a comment about the food. There were small exchanges and later as if we had been given a boost, all started talking.One person was from Rajasthan, but had settled in Chennai. I was thinking that Chennai would be a second home to him. People can settle anywhere, but these days , very sadly communal feelings are very strong and people lose their reason and act violently.All of us had been to Rajasthan at one time or the other and had something to say. Then of course talk turned to Satyam and how all companies use public money and about Mumbai attacks and how easily the terrorists had been able to kill so many people. How the electronic media is acting in an irresponsible way. Due to the live coverage ,the terrorists had got the latest update.And of course all were unnaimous in their opinion about politcians!!!!!We were all in full spate after the starting trouble . It was past 9.30 and no one wanted to sleep. On our way back, there were four stidents. The train left Chennai at 11.30 and they were talking non stop on all subjects under the sun. They were making a mincemeat of some of their lesturers.We were silent spectators and joined in much,much later.It was very,very interesting.One person did most of the talking. He was Psmith,walking out of the Wodehouse world!I was delighted, watching and hearing him talk, he was just how I had imagined Psmith to be. Only the monocle was missing!!!I could not resist telling him that he reminded me of PSmith, unfortunately he had not read the books by Wodehouse. But interestingly, his grandmother had told him about Wodehouse, maybe she saw Psmith in her grandson!!!It is really strange, all of strangers, spending a few hours together and then parting ways.... In those few hours we have so many so many thoughts to exchange...Agatha Christie had written in 'Towards Zero', “ God may need you. Just by being somewhere- not doing anything- just by being at a certain place at a certain time- you might just walk along the stereet some day and just by doing that accomplish something terribly important- perhaps even without knowing what it was.”It is possible.