"After making her astonishing announcement, the woman with the unfinished face clammed up so determinedly that further debate proved impossible. Ignoring the outraged splutterings of Alfred Bixby (“The very idea, M. Poirot! A murder on a Kingfisher Coach Company motor-coach? Such a thing would never happen!”), Poirot ordered the driver to stop so that he could take the unhappy woman outside and attempt to get to the bottom of it all."
"The sun cut sideways into Massimo Marini’s face, drawing out a blaze of color as it filtered through his brown eyelashes."
"Alisa could see Korgan sitting in the study at his desk drinking a cup of coffee as she paused near the bottom of the staircase."
"The city that had snoozed well past dawn on New Year’s yesterday has resumed humming with hyperactivity."
"We took the Toronado that was waiting on the muddy path, a short distance from the garden that had gone to seed."
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