In the other carriage, Flora was shocked when she didn’t come to find Mielle. “Maybe she is in the bathroom?”Flora walked the corridor for the toilet at the end of it. And meanwhile, she passed by a cabin with a slightly open door. Through which, she heard some hard moans and saw a couple kissing in the cabin. The woman and man looked very engaged in their kiss as much as disconnected from the world outside. She was a young blond. He was a middle-aged brunette. “Did I see this man before?” Flora was confused. She is sure she saw that face before but did not remember where or when.“What are you doing, naughty girl?” “Sh*t!”Flora was about to jump in terror when heard Claude whispering to her. She took him by the arm and rushed to hide in her cabin before the couple discovers them:- You were spying on a french kiss and now you are abducting a man and locking him in your cabin! How naughty you’ve become in some years my Flora!- You!Flora was about to blame him for terrorizing he
"Is there a doctor here?!” cried Mr. Bouc, the director of the train. “I am a doctor!” said a middle-aged gentleman. He was Mr.Watson. And he was the only physician on board. Dr.Philip examined the body of Amélie and then said: “She is alive and I believe she got poisoned. Let’s bring her to her room so I can examine her better. Do we have medicines on board?” “Yes! Sure!”, responded Mr. Bouc. “What do you mean poisoned?” Asked a passenger who was almost fifty: Mr. Daniel “Do you mean SOMEONE has poisoned her?! Is there a KILLER here?!” It seems the idea of having a killer among them terrified all passengers. The Ladies cried, and the men cursed: - A criminal! There’s a criminal here! - Call the police immediately! What are you waiting for?! - Stop the train and bring the poor woman to the hospital! - We are all dead! The tension has almost become chaos that Mr. Bouc was unable to shut it down. And then the noises stopped as the train stopped abruptly: - What’s going on? A
“Why do you look uncomfortable, Ciel? It is not the first time we solve a murder!”“Sir! Please, speak lower! Someone may hear you!”Barely, Claude concealed a laugh. Teasing Ciel, his always-anxious assistant, was his favorite hobby. They were in the Grand Suite of Claude planning their next actions when Claude noticed the unease in Ciel. So he tried to lighten up the environment.Yet, it took Claude almost a minute to come back to his serious, ice-cold mood. What was happening was horrible. They are stuck on the train with a murderer. His precious Flora is stuck on this train with a murderer. He felt a chill. If Flora gets hurt or if she injures her little finger, he will never forgive himself.“Tell James to be the bodyguard of Ms. La Candida till we get out of this damned train,” ordered Claude.“But sir, it will be quite dangerous to keep a single bodyguard for you!” protested Ciel.Claude hated getting disobeyed. He glared at poor Ciel with a couple of terrorizing silver eyes.
Flora felt a cold shiver hearing the word ‘playtime’. She saw Lola securing the door and Sophie taking a suitcase from under the bed. The bag was fall of s*x toys. Things that looked bizarre but harmless, uncomparable with torture bag of Jack:“You’re not gonna r*pe me, I guess?” murmured Flora“How naive! If someone is willing to r*pe you he won’t tell you in advance! Plus, if you feel insecure around someone you should ask immediately for help!” exclaimed Amélie “And no of course, why should I r*pe you? There's no fun in this. Added to it, I may look a bit extravagant but I have principles.”"Principles!" mocked Flora“Yes, I do! Believe it or not!” Claimed Amélie “I was just thinking since you are a virgin…”“How did you know?!”“It is obvious as bloody hell! Please!” said Amélie “I was saying since you are still a virgin, why don’t you use the chance of being on the Orient Express to lose it?!”“How poetic!”“And practical too. With a killer on board, who knows? Maybe we are all go
“If I make you my protégée, will you stay by my side?” Asked Claude. “I am… You stupid Claude!.. Can’t you see I am already on your side, from the start?!” Answered Flora. Claude looked so satisfied by the answer. He blushed and smiled. Then, he brushed his beautiful black hair and stepped back: “Flora! Flora! My dear sweet Flora! Are you an angel or something? You always tell me the words I need to hear the most, the words that flatter my heart and bless my soul with serenity.” “And you sometimes scares me…” Flora and Claude walked together to the louange. The rest of passengers, except Mielle, Amélie and her Sugar Babies, were there. Claude stepped in and announced: “Hello Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Claude Knightly and I am a businessman and a former detective. I have a master's degree in Criminology and collaborated with local police on many occasions. Due to the unfortunate events we are living, Mr. Bouc the director of the train asked me to conduct an investigation to
The whole situation looked sarcastic. After having the interview with Madame Sesilea, Claude asked Flora to be his guest. In the Grand Suite of the businessman, Ciel was doing his researches, while Flora and Claude are having some tea to calm their nerves: “What a jock, everywhere I look there’s something linked to the mafia” said Claude “The killed man is someone I knew. He was a mafia man before retiring years ago and running away to Europe.” “Then, the killer may be a mafia man who is sent to execute the fugitive?” “It may be.” “Why did he aim for Mrs. De Cassel? Do you think she’s having troubles with the mafia too?” “It may be!” “It means the only suspicious who has nothing to do with the mafia are Mr. and Mrs. Schnider?” “It may be...” “But Miss Flora, what do you mean they are suspicious? They were all in the restaurant when the poor man was killed, weren't they?” Asked Ciel. “Mielle heard the man struggling, that's why she thought he was fighting with someone. But it i
“Sir, we still have a lot of work to do” said Flora, pushing Claude softly to end their long hug. “I believe so, Flora” replied Claude “From now on, you are my protégée and I am your armor” “You are my silver knight with shining armor” whispered Flora, not knowing how much her sweet voice is driving him crazy. “We still have to interview Mr. Daniel, Dr. Philip Watson, and Mr. and Mrs. Schnider. I can do it myself if you want to.” “No. I will be present by your side. If this matter is linked to the mafia, then I may be of great help since I lived among them all those years. Plus, apparently, I ended up being your assistant!” Claude laughed hard. His loud masculine laugh triggered the heart of Flora: “If that’s your desire, I will not stop you. But if you ever felt the discomfort, tell me. Also, about Mrs. Schnider: Being a secretary in the Black Castle does not mean she can recognize your face or even know about your existence. Jack did a great job hiding you from the eyes of ever
“He is dead,” confirmed the Doctor.Sharp screams came out of some ladies. The scenery was a real tragedy. The catastrophe was that the killer did his crime in front of everyone! The terror, the shock, and the inability were unbearable. Amélie laughed like someone losing his head. Sesilea hugged her boy and they sobbed together. The young couple held hands, shaking. - I am thinking about a one-only question, said Claude to Flora.- ‘Who’s next?'- No Flora. It is ‘How did he do it?’.Mr. Daniel was the most cautious! He only consumed canned food and whipped it with alcohol on every surface before touching it. How did the killer do it? How?!- Was it Mrs. Schnider? whispered Flora. Did she put on the tea so when the liquid was spilt, some of it touched the skin of the man and poisoned him? In that case, she had drunk an anti-poison earlier. What do you think?Claude said nothing. He was thinking about the craziest scenario ever:- Flora, ask the doctor and Vlad to take the corpse away