Murder on the Orient Express (Hercule Poirot, #10)

by Agatha Christie

empty save for Poirot and Ratchett and MacQueen. Ratchett spoke to his companion, who got up and left the car. Then he rose himself, but instead of following MacQueen he dropped unexpectedly into the seat opposite Poirot. “Can you oblige me with a light?” he said. His voice was soft—faintly nasal. “My name is Ratchett.” Poirot bowed slightly. He slipped his hand into his pocket and produced a matchbox which he handed to the other man, who took it but did not