Death at 7 -10

Hello, I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. Death at 710. Yes, we have that crime club book for you. Come right over. You're here. Good.

Take the easy chair by the window. Comfortable? The book is on this shelf. Here it is. Death at 710 by HFS Moore, the very intriguing story of a beautiful woman who was in love with death.

Let's look at it under the reading lamp. The train was due to leave at 710 in the evening, and at exactly eight minutes after 7, Mark Kent, a well-known mystery writer, was in drawing room B, his own drawing room.

When the door opened, had he was surprised to see a young, beautiful woman, he was even more surprised at the way she giggled. Oh, you're snuff and see how you like it. My name is Susan Ward Steel. Well, I'm flattered, but haven't you made a mistake? Your Mark Kent, the mystery writer. I adore mystery writers. Well, your pictures don't do you justice.

How about getting me a drink? Don't think you've had enough. I'll be a good boy and get me a drink. I better get you back to your compartment. I'm going to Reno. A long trip.

I saw you come on the train. I knew it was going to be interesting. I'm not going to Reno. You should have seen Gerald's face this morning when I said goodbye to him. He's my husband.

Such a pain in the middle. Oh, look Susan, do you mind? And you should have seen Claire Ellis's face when I told her that I was going to marry Pierce Coughton. And my step-brother Robert Ward's face when I wouldn't let him have the money.