Passenger to Frankfurt - Agatha Christie

"Bon Dieu, Bon Dieu," said Monsieur Grosjean, wiping his brown. "What shall we do? What can we do? What is that noise? I hear rifles, do I not?"

"No, no," said Monsieur Poissonier consolingly. "It is the canteen coffee trays you hear."

 

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