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Author: Arthur Griffiths Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand ISBN: 3955079481 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 174
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A mysterious murder on an express train, a woman entangled in a net of circumstantial evidence and an Englishman rushing to her aid, a devious Italian, and the police force off track.
Author: Arthur Griffiths Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand ISBN: 3955079481 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 174
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A mysterious murder on an express train, a woman entangled in a net of circumstantial evidence and an Englishman rushing to her aid, a devious Italian, and the police force off track.
Author: Arthur George Frederick Griffiths Publisher: Library of Alexandria ISBN: 1465604219 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 176
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The Rome Express, the direttissimo, or most direct, was approaching Paris one morning in March, when it became known to the occupants of the sleeping-car that there was something amiss, very much amiss, in the car. The train was travelling the last stage, between Laroche and Paris, a run of a hundred miles without a stop. It had halted at Laroche for early breakfast, and many, if not all the passengers, had turned out. Of those in the sleeping-car, seven in number, six had been seen in the restaurant, or about the platform; the seventh, a lady, had not stirred. All had re‘ntered their berths to sleep or doze when the train went on, but several were on the move as it neared Paris, taking their turn at the lavatory, calling for water, towels, making the usual stir of preparation as the end of a journey was at hand. There were many calls for the porter, yet no porter appeared. At last the attendant was foundÑlazy villain!--asleep, snoring loudly, stertorously, in his little bunk at the end of the car. He was roused with difficulty, and set about his work in a dull, unwilling, lethargic way, which promised badly for his tips from those he was supposed to serve. By degrees all the passengers got dressed, all but two,Ñthe lady in 9 and 10, who had made no sign as yet; and the man who occupied alone a double berth next her, numbered 7 and 8. As it was the porter's duty to call every one, and as he was anxious, like the rest of his class, to get rid of his travellers as soon as possible after arrival, he rapped at each of the two closed doors behind which people presumably still slept.Ê
Author: Arthur Griffiths Publisher: IndyPublish.com ISBN: Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 256
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The Rome Express, the direttissimo, or most direct, was approaching Paris one morning in March, when it became known to the occupants of the sleeping-car that there was something amiss, very much amiss, in the car.The train was travelling the last stage, between Laroche and Paris, a run of a hundred miles without a stop. It had halted at Laroche for early breakfast, and many, if not all the passengers, had turned out. Of those in the sleeping-car, seven in number, six had been seen in the restaurant, or about the platform; the seventh, a lady, had not stirred. All had reëntered their berths to sleep or doze when the train went on, but several were on the move as it neared Paris, taking their turn at the lavatory, calling for water, towels, making the usual stir of preparation as the end of a journey was at hand.There were many calls for the porter, yet no porter appeared. At last the attendant was found- lazy villain!- asleep, snoring loudly, stertorously, in his little bunk at the end of the car. He was roused with difficulty, and set about his work in a dull, unwilling, lethargic way, which promised badly for his tips from those he was supposed to serve.By degrees all the passengers got dressed, all but two, - the lady in 9 and 10, who had made no sign as yet; and the man who occupied alone a double berth next her, numbered 7 and 8.As it was the porter's duty to call every one, and as he was anxious, like the rest of his class, to get rid of his travellers as soon as possible after arrival, he rapped at each of the two closed doors behind which people presumably still slept.The lady cried "All right," but there was no answer from No. 7 and 8.Again and again the porter knocked and called loudly. Still meeting with no response, he opened the door of the compartment and went in.It was now broad daylight. No blind was down; indeed, the one narrow window was open, wide; and the whole of the interior of the compartment was plainly visible, all and everything in it.The occupant lay on his bed motionless. Sound asleep? No, not merely asleep- the twisted unnatural lie of the limbs, the contorted legs, the one arm drooping listlessly but stiffly over the side of the berth, told of a deeper, more eternal sleep.The man was dead. Dead- and not from natural causes.One glance at the blood-stained bedclothes, one look at the gaping wound in the breast, at the battered, mangled face, told the terrible story.It was murder! murder most foul! The victim had been stabbed to the heart.With a wild, affrighted, cry the porter rushed out of the compartment, and to the eager questioning of all who crowded round him, he could only mutter in confused and trembling accents: "There! there! in there!"Thus the fact of the murder became known to every one by personal inspection, for every one (even the lady had appeared for just a moment) had looked in where the body lay. The compartment was filled for some ten minutes or more by an excited, gesticulating, polyglot mob of half a dozen, all talking at once in French, English, and Italian.The first attempt to restore order was made by a tall man, middle-aged, but erect in his bearing, with bright eyes and alert manner, who took the porter aside, and said sharply in good French, but with a strong English accent: "Here! it's your business to do something. No one has any right to be in that compartment now. There may be reasons- traces- things to remove; never mind what. But get them all out. Be sharp about it; and lock the door. Remember you will be held responsible to justice."
Author: Arthur Griffiths Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand ISBN: 3867414572 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 170
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A mysterious murder on an express train, a woman entangled in a net of circumstantial evidence and an Englishman rushing to her aid, a devious Italian, and the police force off track - reprint of the classic originally released in 1907.
Author: Arthur Griffiths Publisher: ISBN: Category : Languages : en Pages : 138
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Rome Express is a 1932 British thriller film directed by Walter Forde and starring Esther Ralston and Conrad Veidt.[1] Based on a story by Clifford Grey, with a screenplay by Sidney Gilliat, the film is a tale about a European express train to Rome carrying a variety of characters, including thieves, adulterers, blackmail victims, and an American film star.[1] The film won the American National Board of Review award for Best Foreign Film.[1][2] Rome Express was remade as Sleeping Car to Trieste (1948).It was shot at the Lime Grove Studios in Shepherd's Bush. The film's sets were designed by the art director Andrew Mazzei, with the costume design by Gordon Conway.
Author: Arthur Griffiths Publisher: ISBN: Category : Languages : en Pages : 114
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A mysterious murder on a flying express train, a wily Italian, a charming woman caught in the meshes of circumstantial evidence, a chivalrous Englishman.
Author: George Behrend Publisher: Taylor & Francis ISBN: 1000967271 Category : History Languages : en Pages : 287
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Grand European Expresses (1962) examines the trains de luxe of the International Sleeping Car and European Express Trains Company, from the Orient Express of the 1880s to the car-sleepers of the 1960s. As modern-day sleeper services are being resurrected across European rail networks, this book looks at the complex organisation that was required to run their forbears, with sleeping cars with clean bedding and conductors and dining cars with food and drink were in the right place at the right time across many different nations, systems and time-zones.
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