This is a description paper I had to write in English class. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Murder on the Orient Express
Monsieur Hercule Poirot, famous detective, sits himself down at an empty table in the brightly lit restaurant. In an attempt to pass the time while waiting for his companion, he decides to observe the others in the room. Two Americans are seated across from him, a few tables down, deep in conversation. One is rather likable looking, but it is his companion that draws the detective's attention. The other man is somewhere between the ages of sixty and seventy. With receding sandy brown hair, a domed forehead, and a smiling mouth with very white teen, he seemed every part a bland philanthropist. That benevolence, Poirot knows, is as false as his white teeth. His small, deep-set, crafty and cruel eyes are a direct contrast to his unprepossessing face.
Their voices grow in volume as the two get into their conversation. Though the young man speaks in loud tones, the object of Poirot's interest speaks in a soft voice, one that is faintly nasal. It is slightly husky in tone, and though his words are seemingly pleasant, they have a queer, soft, dangerous quality that calls the detective's attention. The man looks up, and the two men's gazes meet for a minute. Poirot has a feeling that the strange, shrewd and calculating eyes are summing him up, and he studies the other man as well. There is a strange malevolence that seems to emit from that man, as well as an unnatural tense quality to his gaze. What more, Poirot is reminded of a wild savage animal, such as a lion, locked up in a cage. Though it seems tame, if one goes near it, it will pounce. The distinct feel of evil having passed by leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, as if he has swallowed something unpleasant. Though the night is warm and the atmosphere pleasant, it seems to him that the lights have dimmed, and he shivers slightly.
Yes, he thinks distractedly. Danger lurks not far behind.