Dear Hastings, Now that I have finally had my chance to talk to everyone and gotten an undisturbed night’s sleep, the little grey cells have been at work and I am ready to solve this mystery of the Murders on the Orient Express! Today, I shall gather all into the lounge and reveal myself as not the American widow, but the one and only Hélène Poirot! Then, I shall go over the possible suspects one by one, explaining for each why they could not possibly have poisoned Mr Ratchett, strangled our poor Conductor, or attacked Fräulein Schmidt (I hear from … Continue reading Werewolf 242: Murder on the Orient Express – Day 5

Dear Hastings, No sooner had Countess Andrenyi and Greta Ohlsson been escorted to their compartments, or we had two new murder attempts to deal with. The Count, who had been sitting quietly muttering into his handkerchief, was gradually turning a most unhealthy colour. It is said that grief can kill a man, Hastings, but this was most decidedly more than that! I attempted to find out what he might have eaten or drank that could have led to this, but all he could talk about was the love of his life and perhaps it was better this way. The other … Continue reading Werewolf 242: Murder on the Orient Express – Day 4

Dear Hastings, Once again, we were woken up by a scream. Princess Dragomiroff was standing in the corridor, bent over her lady’s maid who was lying on the floor. “NO, NO, NOT YOU!” Her Highness sobbed, “Take me, you cowards, I am the one with the money! What could my poor, dear Hildegarde possibly have done to you?!” “Your Highness!” the maid whispered, “I am so sorry! Someone hit me over the head from behind!”“YOU ARE ALIVE! Oh Hildegarde, I am besides myself! I could not continue without you!”“And I could never leave you!” Love is beautiful, Hastings, is it … Continue reading Werewolf 242: Murder on the Orient Express – Day 3

Dear Hastings, The upheaval surrounding Miss Debenham made everyone turn to themselves and I was unsuccessful trying to draw anyone into conversation over dinner. No big surprise there. What I was not expecting, dear Hastings, was that our murderer would strike again, and in the most unlikely of places! Shortly before breakfast we were all startled by a scream from Miss Ohlsson. Right outside her door, in the corridor, lay none other than our Wagon-Lit Conductor, an old frenchman named Pierre Michel. He was clutching a jewel case belonging to Princess Dragomiroff, which should have been safely with the Princess’ … Continue reading Werewolf 242: Murder on the Orient Express – Day 2

Dear Hastings, I hope my letter finds you well. My ruse has been successful, and I am aboard the Orient Express. Unfortunately, Mister Ratchett chose to ignore my advice to stay in the Tokatlian Hotel back in Constantinopel and insisted on coming as well. Why, Hastings, is it always the same with these Americans? They hire Poirot and then do as they please. Arrogant! Rude! Enfin, I must not speak ill of the dead, but you will understand my frustration. At the time of my writing, we are halted near the border with Italy due to excessive amounts of snow … Continue reading Werewolf 242: Murder on the Orient Express – Day 1

Due to unforeseen amounts of snowfall, the Orient Express that you were on had to stop near the Yugoslavian-Italian border. You were offered complimentary meals in the dining car, and had to put up with the delay while the tracks were dug free – some of you with rather more grace and patience than others. Then, disaster struck: that night, someone murdered Mr. Ratchett, the loud, boorish, yet fabulously wealthy American businessman. Who could possibly have done this? And why at this time, when there is no way to escape? Surely it will only be a matter of time before … Continue reading Werewolf 242: Murder on the Orient Express – Sign-Ups