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Hesaveryoldman,mydear Oh,IknowIknow! Butsometimeorother,Alfred,you willhavetomakeastand. Hestaredather,sopalpablyupsetandstartled,thatforamomentshebitherlipand seemeddoubtfulwhethertogoon.

Yourfatherisinclinedtobe tyrannical Hesold. Alreadyhe dictatesourlivestouscompletely. Ifwedo,itisalways liabletobeupset. Youcanspendwhat youlikeondressandonthishouse,andthebillsarepaidwithoutamurmur.

Hegaveusa newcaronlylastweek. Butinreturnhe expectsustobehavelikeslaves. Ifwehaveplannedtogoawayand Fathersuddenlywishesusnottogo,youcancelyourarrangementsandremainwithouta murmur! Wehavenolivesofourownno independence. Itisvery ungrateful.

Sheshruggedthosethin,gracefulshouldersonce more. Youknow,Lydia,theoldmanisveryfondofyou Hiswifesaidclearlyanddistinctly: Itissounkind Perhaps. IfFatherguessed YourfatherknowsperfectlywellthatIdonotlikehim! Hehasoftentoldmehowcharmingyour mannertohimis. Imjustlettingyouknowwhatmyreal feelingsare.

Yououghttohavestooduptohim yearsago. Doyouthink yourbrotherDavidwillreallycome? Hewassodevoted toyourmotherhesgotsomefeelingaboutthisplace. ButIthinkDavidandHildawillcomeall right. George andMagdalenearecoming. Imafraid Magdalenewillbefrightfullybored. WhymybrotherGeorgeevermarriedagirl twentyyearsyoungerthanhimselfIcantthink! Ibelieve Magdaleneworksquitehardpoliticallyforhim. SheisverygoodlookingbutI sometimesthinksheislikeoneofthosebeautifulpearsonegetstheyhavearosyflush andaratherwaxenappearanceHeshookhishead.

Youhardlyeversayan unkindthingaboutanyone. Igetannoyedwithyousometimesbecauseyourenot sufficientlyoh,whatshallIsay? Youseemtohaveno consciousnessoftheevilintheworld.

Ivealwaysfeltithereinthis houseShebitherlipandturnedaway. Alfredsaid,Lydia Butsheraisedaquickadmonitoryhand,hereyeslookingpasthimatsomethingoverhis shoulder. Heaskedmetotellyouthattherewouldbetwomoreguestsarriving forChristmas,andwouldyouhaveroomspreparedforthem. Horburymadeonelittlestep,itwasamereghostofamovementbutitstoppedLydias rapidprogressautomatically. Heaskedspecificallythathe shouldnotbedisturbed. One neverhearshimgoingorcoming. Itsnotsoeasytogetagoodmale nurseattendant.

Whatyoung lady? IthinkheisplanningalittleChristmasdiversion forhimself. IdontknowwhatthedetailsarebutIdofancythatyourfatherispreparingto amusehimself. Pooroldchap,tiedbythe leg,aninvalidaftertheadventurouslifehehasled. Thepauseshemadebeforetheadjectivegaveitsomespecialthoughobscure significance. Youtwoare polesapart. Itsnatural,I shouldsay,forasontolovehisfather.

Oh,dontlets argue! Believeme,Alfred,Ireallydidntmean todothat. Loyaltyissuchararevirtue inthesedays.

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Womenaresupposedtobejealousof theirmothersinlawwhynot,then,oftheirfathersinlaw? Allthesame,Alfred,IdontbelieveIshouldhavebeenintheleastjealousofyour mother. Heshookhis head. Butasheturnedaquestioningglanceonher,sheshookherheadquicklyandchangedthe subject.

SincewearenotallowedtoknowwhoourmysteriousguestsareIshallgooutandfinish mygarden. AlfredLee,leftalone,stoodforsomeminutesmotionless,frowninga littletohimself,thenhewalkedovertothebigwindowattheendoftheroom.

Outside wasaterracerunningthewholelengthofthehouse. Here,afteraminuteortwo,hesaw Lydiaemerge,carryingaflatbasket. Shesetdownthe basketandbegantoworkatasquarestonesinkslightlyraisedabovegroundlevel. Atlasthewentoutoftheroom,fetchedhimselfa coatandmuffler,andemergedontotheterracebyasidedoor. Ashewalkedalonghe Onerepresentedadesertscenewithsmoothyellowsand,alittleclumpofgreenpalm treesincolouredtin,andaprocessionofcamelswithoneortwolittleArabfigures. Some primitivemudhouseshadbeenconstructedofplasticine.

TherewasanItaliangardenwith terracesandformalbedswithflowersincolouredsealingwax. TherewasanArcticone, too,withclumpsofgreenglassforicebergs,andalittleclusterofpenguins. Nextcamea Japanesegardenwithacoupleofbeautifullittlestuntedtrees,lookingglassarrangedfor water,andbridgesmodelledoutofplasticine. Shehadlaiddownbluepaper andcovereditoverwithglass. Atthemomentshe waspouringoutcoarsepebblesfromalittlebagandformingthemintoabeach. Between therocksweresomesmallcactuses.

Itisdead,yousee Itsnotsoattractiveassomeoftheothers. Anelderlybutler,whitehairedandslightlybowed,was comingtowardsthem. ShesayswillitbeconvenientifsheandMr Georgearrivebythefivetwentytomorrow? Ibelievehedliehimselfblueintheface ifitwasnecessarytoprotectoneofthefamily! IV Davidwasreadingtheletter. Oncehescreweditupintoaballandthrustitawayfrom him. Shenotedthejerking muscle orwasitanerve? Whenhepushedasidethelockoffair hairthatalwaystendedtostraydownoverhisforeheadandlookedacrossatherwith appealingblueeyesshewasready.

Sheknew howdependenthewasuponherhadalwaysbeeneversincetheirmarriageknewthat shecouldprobablyinfluencehisdecisionfinallyanddecisively. Butforjustthatreasonshe wascharyofpronouncinganythingtoofinal. Shesaid,andhervoicehadthecalm,soothingqualitythatcanbeheardinthevoiceofan experiencednannieinanursery: Something aboutherlikeaDutchpicture.

Somethingwarmingandendearinginthesoundofher voice. Anoverstoutdumpymiddleagedwomannotclevernotbrilliantbutwithsomething aboutherthatyoucouldntpassover. It was,somehow,notveryreal HowIhateitallthehouseandthe countryroundandeverything! Ihatedeverymoment thatIspentthere! Lyingthere,ofteninpain,butbearingit enduringeverything. AndwhenIthinkofmyfatherhisfacedarkenedbringingallthat miseryintoherlifehumiliatingherboastingofhisloveaffairsconstantlyunfaithfulto herandnevertroublingtoconcealit.

Shethoughtitwasherduty toremain. Womendidntbehavelike that. Evenifshe divorcedmyfather,whatwouldhavehappened? She hadtothinkofallthoseconsiderations. Sheenduredtotheend uncomplainingly. Whenshedied Hestopped. Shewasquiteyoungstill,sheneednthave died. I decidedthenthatIdnotgoonlivingunderhisroof. Thatwouldhavemeantlivingat home.

IcantthinkhowAlfredstandsithowhehasstoodit alltheseyears. Ithoughtyoutoldme somethingabouthishavinggivenupsomeothercareer. Alfred,theeldest,wastogointo somecavalryregiment,Harrywastogointotheworks,sowasI. Georgewastoenter politics. Gotintodebtandallsortsof othertroubles. Finallyhewentoffonedaywithseveralhundredpoundsthatdidnt belongtohim,leavinganotebehindhimsayinganofficestooldidntsuithimandhewas goingtoseetheworld.

Hewasalwayscablingformoney fromallovertheworld. ButFathercouldalwaystwistAlfredroundhislittle finger. FathertoldmeplainlythatifIwentoffona foolserrandlikethatIdgetasmallallowancefromhimduringhislifetimeandnothing whenhedied.

Ivenever seenhimsince. Ishallneverbeagreat artistbutwerehappyenoughinthiscottagewevegoteverythingwewantallthe essentials. AskingmetobringmywifeforChristmas,expressingahopethatwemaybealltogether forChristmas;aunitedfamily! Hesbeginningtofeel sentimentalaboutfamilyties. Imoldfashioned,Idaresay, butwhynothavepeaceandgoodwillatChristmastime? Werememberthingsforyearsbroodaboutthem,keep memorygreen. Ifweseekto keepthepastalive,weend,Ithink,bydistortingit.

Weseeitinexaggeratedtermsa falseperspective. Icanremembereverywordandeveryincidentofthosedaysperfectly,saidDavid passionately. Youreapplyingthejudgmentof aboytothosedaysinsteadoflookingbackonthemwiththemoretemperateoutlookofa man. Shewasawareofunwisdomingoingon,andyettherewerethingsshe badlywantedtosay. Probably,ifyouweretosee himnow,youwouldrealizethathewasonlyaveryordinaryman;aman,perhaps,whose passionsranawaywithhim,amanwhoselifewasfarfromblameless,butnevertheless merelyamannotakindofinhumanmonster!

Histreatmentofmymother Hildasaidgravely: Thereisacertainkindofmeeknessofsubmissionbringsoutthe worstinamanwhereasthatsameman,facedbyspiritanddetermination,mightbea differentcreature! Soyousayitwasherfault Hildainterruptedhim. Ivenodoubtyourfathertreatedyourmotherverybadlyindeed, butmarriageisanextraordinarythingandIdoubtifanyoutsiderevenachildofthe marriagehastherighttojudge.

Besides,allthisresentmentonyourpartnowcannot helpyourmother. Whatisleftnowisanoldman,infeeble health,askinghissontocomehomeforChristmas.

Iwantyouto goandlaythebogyonceandforall. V GeorgeLee,M. Hiseyeswerepaleblueandslightlyprominentwithasuspiciousexpression,hehada heavyjowl,andaslowpedanticutterance. Ihavetoldyou,Magdalene,thatIthinkitmydutyto go. Shewasaslendercreature,aplatinumblondewithpluckedeyebrowsandasmoothegg likeface. Moreover,saidGeorgeLee,andhisfacelitupasanattractiveideaoccurredtohim,it willenableustosaveconsiderably.

Wecanputthe servantsonboardwages. Isuppose,saidGeorge,pursuinghisownlineofthought,theywillexpecttohavea Christmasdinner? Whydontyoumakeyour fathergiveyousomemoremoney? Heoughttosettlesome moneyonyououtright. The expressionlessegglikefaceshowedsuddenmeaning. ThenhecametoEnglandandstartedinbusinessandhisfortunehasactuallydoubledor trebleditself,Ibelieve. Ishouldimagine thatthebulkofhismoneywillgotoAlfredandmyself. Alfred,ofcourse,willgetthelarger share. Hewentofftodoartor sometomfooleryofthatkind.

IbelieveFatherwarnedhimthathewouldcuthimoutof hiswillandDavidsaidhedidntcare.

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ShewentoffwithaforeigneraSpanishartistoneof Davidsfriends. Father mightleavealittlemoneytoher,butnothingmuch. AndofcoursetheresHarry Hestopped,slightlyembarrassed. Hisbehaviourwas disgraceful. Iwasonlythinkinghowfunnyitwasthatyouyou,George,shouldhave adisreputablebrother! Sheaddedangrily,No, heneversaysthemtoher. AtFathersageandwithhis healthbeingsobad Hepaused. Allthesame,sincehewantstohavehis familyroundhimatChristmas,Ithinkwearequiterighttogo.

Itmaybehislast Christmas. Wevegottogo,Icansee that. AbouttheservantsChristmasdinner Notnow,George,someothertime. IlljustringupLydiaandtellherthatwellcomeby thefivetwentytomorrow. Aftertelephoningshewentuptoherownroom andsatdowninfrontofthedesk. Sheletdowntheflapandrummagedinitsvarious pigeonholes.

Magdalenesortedthroughthem,trying toarrangetheminsomekindoforder. Finally,withanimpatientsigh,shebundledthem upandthrustthembackwhencetheyhadcome. Shepassedahandoverhersmooth platinumhead. VI OnthefirstfloorofGorstonHallalongpassageledtoabigroomoverlookingthefront drive. Ithadheavy brocadedwallpaper,richleatherarmchairs,largevasesembossedwithdragons, sculpturesinbronze Inabiggrandfatherarmchair,thebiggestandmostimposingofallthechairs,satthethin, shrivelledfigureofanoldman.

A goldmountedstickwasbyhisside. Onhis feetwerecarpetslippers. Butthenose,aquilineandproud, andtheeyes,darkandintenselyalive,mightcauseanobservertoalterhisopinion. Here wasfireandlifeandvigour. Theoldmancackledagain andrubbedhishandstogether.

And,Horbury Theoldmanlookedround,thencursedtohimself. Hesatquitestillinhischair,hisfingerscaressinghischintilltherewasataponthedoor, andAlfredandLydiacamein. Whatanicecolour youvegot. ThatwasbeforeIsettleddownand becameapillarofsociety. ItsgoingtobeagrandChristmasformethis yearagrandChristmas.

Letmesee,GeorgeiscomingandMagdalene Lydiasaid: Hewasanambypamby youngster. Atanyratehehasntmarriedagirltwentyyears youngerthanhimself,likethatfoolGeorge! Ivejusthadawirefromherconfirmingitand sayingtheyaredefinitelyarrivingtomorrow. Illsaythisforyou,Lydia,youreawellbred woman.

Theres onlyoneofyouthatstakenaftermeonlyoneoutofallthelitter. IllgiveyouthreeguessesandIllbetyouafiver youwontgettheanswer. Horburysaidyouexpecteda younglady. Igave ordersforthecartogoandmeether. Iwonderwhatshellbe like.

Wonderwhatit willbeliketohaveyoungbloodunderthisroofagain? Wonder whichthegirltakesafterhermotherorherfather? Takingeverythinginto consideration Thathasntbeenmy way! Thegirlsmy granddaughtertheonlygrandchildinthefamily! Idontcarewhatherfatherwasor whathedid!

Icouldntverywellobjecttoyouraskingsomeone toyourownhouse,couldI? Allmychildren roundme. Nowguesswhotheother visitoris. HarrynotHarry Harryhimself! We mustgivehimagrandwelcome. ButChristmas,youllremember,istheseason offorgiveness! IneverdreamtthatHarry wouldevercomeinsidethesewallsagain. Afterthewayhebehavedtoyou Simeoncackled. Thatsthespiritfor Christmas,isntit,Lydia? Iseethatyouhavethoughtagooddealabout Christmasthisyear.

Calledhimold SlowandSure.

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Shewasabouttospeak,then,asshesawtheoldmanseager expression,shecheckedherself. The perceptionofthatfactenabledhertosay: Ah,well,the tortoisewinstherace. Suddenexcitementsalwaysupset him. Withanefforthepulledhimselfupright,andwiththehelpofhisstick,shuffledacrossthe room. Hetwirledthehandleofthe combination. Heliftedoutasmallwashleatherbag,andopeningit,letastreamofuncutdiamonds passthroughhisfingers. Thoseweregooddays gooddays Youshanthanground thenecksofwomenorsitontheirfingersorhangontheirears.

Myold friends! Stillsome fun. Part2 December23rd Tressilianwenttoanswerthedoorbell. Ithadbeenanunusuallyaggressivepeal,andnow, beforehecouldmakehisslowwayacrossthehall,itpealedoutagain. Anillmannered,impatientwayofringingthebellatagentlemans house!

Throughthefrostedglassoftheupperhalfofthedoorhesawasilhouetteabigmanina slouchhat. Ashehadthoughtacheap,flashystrangernasty patternofsuithewaswearingloud!

Thatboldarrogantjaw,thehigh bridgednose,therollickingeye. More subduedthen Harrysteppedbackafootortwoandlookedupatthe houseagoodsolidmassofredbrick,unimaginativebutsolid. Stillstanding,though,thatsthemain thing. Buthes wonderfullywell,considering. HarryLeecameinside,letTressilianremovehisscarfandtakethesomewhattheatrical hat.

AlfredandI neverdidgeton. Iamnotquite surewhereeveryoneis Theywereunabletosendtomeetyou,sir,notknowingthetime ofyourarrival. HefollowedTressilianalongthehall,turninghisheadtolookabouthimas hewent.

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Idontbelieveanythinghas changedsinceIwentawaytwentyyearsago. IwillseeifIcan findMrorMrsAlfred,andhurriedout. HarryLeehadmarchedintotheroomandhadthenstopped,staringatthefigurewhowas seatedononeofthewindowsills.

Hiseyesroamedincredulouslyovertheblackhairand thecreamyexoticpallor. AndyoumustbemyUncleHarry,mymothers brother. Hashereallyhadsix wives? Well,Pilar,itreallygivesmequiteaturntoseesomethinglikeyoubloominginthis mausoleum.

NowIseeit againIthinkitslousierthanever! Thefurnitureisgoodand thecarpetsthickcarpetseverywhereandtherearelotsofornaments. Everythingis verygoodqualityandvery,veryrich! Youknow,I canthelpgettingakickoutofseeingyouinthemidst HebrokeoffasLydiacamerapidlyintotheroom. Heshookhands,examiningherintelligentmobilefaceinaswiftglance andapprovingmentallyofthewayshewalkedveryfewwomenmovedwell.

Quitedifferent,orverymuchthe same? Hegrinnedather,asuddenimpishgrinthatremindedherwithastartoftheoldman upstairs. IrememberhearingthatoldAlfredhadmarriedagirl whosepeoplecameoverwiththeConqueror.

Heusednotto giveadamnforsentiment. Hemust havechanged! Howheusedtohowlifhehadto partwithahalfpennyofhispocketmoney! Itwasrichstentorianlaughteritsoundeduncontrolledandbrutalintheconfinedspace oftheroom. Hehad notheardanyonecomingin,butAlfredwasstandingtherequietly.

Hewaslookingat Harrywithanoddexpressiononhisface. Like twodogslookingateachother Howsillytheylookstanding there Butthey mightsaysomething. Itwasagesturethat washabitualwithhim. ImgladIhavecomehepausedtobringoutthewordwithgreater significancehome Hischinwasraisedandwithonefingerhewasstroking hisjawreflectively. BesideitsatPilar,alittle screenofpapiermchheldinherhand. Simeonlooked atherwithsatisfaction.

Hewentontalking,perhapsmoretohimselfthantothegirl,andstimulatedbythefactof herpresence. Thatiswhy onehastoprayforthem. Theysayyourepentwhen yougetold. AndasItellyou,Ivedonemostthings,,,allthe goodoldsins! SomeonetoldmetheotherdayofanArabchiefwhohadabodyguardoffortyofhis sonsallroughlythesameage!

Idontknowaboutforty,butIbetIcould produceaveryfairbodyguardifIwentaboutlookingforthebrats! Hey,Pilar,whatdoyou thinkofthat? Thatiswhy wivesaresooftenunhappyandwhytheygotochurchandpray.

Lord, whatawoman! And afterwards? Itrousesthedevilinamanwhenhiswifeis alwayscrying Ifshedstoodup tome! IbelievedwhenImarriedherthatIwasgoingtobe abletosettledown,raiseafamilycutloosefromtheoldlife Look atemlookatem! Notasonamongem,legitimateor illegitimate. Lookingat mewithhisdogseyes.

Hiswife,now LydiaIlikeLydia. Helookedoveratthe girlbythefire. Hewenton,warmedbythepresenceofheryouthandstrong femininity. Davidalwayswasafoolafooland adreamer. Onlysensiblethingheeverdidwasto marrythatsolidcomfortablelookingwoman. Hebroughtdownhishandwithabangon theedgeofhischair. Butatany ratehesalive! Oh,yes,Ilikehim verymuch. He begantolaugh,aslowwheezychuckle. Plentyof everything. Takewhatyoulikeandpayforit, saysGod. Ivedonethatallmylifetakenwhat Iwanted Hesaid,Whatsthatyou say?

What makesyousaythat,girl? Shesat, herheadthrownback,consciousofherself,ofherwomanhood.

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Goodfor Jennifer,sheturnedouttobethebestofthebunchafterall! Iknowwhyyousitheresopatientlyand listentomedroningon. Ordoyoupretendyouloveyourold grandfather? Youmustbelievethat, foritistrue.

Youaremorerealthanthe otherpeopleinthishouse. Youhavetravelledand youhaveledalifeofadventure.

Ithasnt shownmuchinmychildrenexceptHarrybutIthinkitscomeoutinyou. Icanbe patient,mindyou,whenitsnecessary. Iwaitedoncefifteenyearstogetevenwithaman whoddonemeaninjury. Iwaited fifteenyearstillIsawmychanceandthenIstruck.

Then,withhisstick,helimpedslowlyacrossthe room. Anyway,thislittlelotisworthseveral thousandsofpounds.

Heturnedawayandbegan speakingtohimself. Theytakemebackthetouchofthem,thefeelofthemthroughmy fingers Itallcomesbacktome,thesunshine,andthesmelloftheveldt,theoxenold Eballtheboystheevenings III Hildasaid: Dontletsstay inthisroom,itssofrightfullycold.

Hewasstandinglookingatachair,alowchairwith fadedsatinupholstery. Iremembersitting onthatstooltherewhileshereadtome. Iwonderwheretheothers are?

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OneofMendelssohnsSongs WithoutWords. He wastremblingallover. IV Thebellpealedaggressively.

Tressilianrosefromhisseatinthepantryandwentslowly outandalongtothedoor. Throughthefrostedglassofthedoorhesawthe silhouetteofamanwearingaslouchhat. Itwasasthough everythingwashappeningtwice. Surely Itwasanintonationofvoicethathe rememberedfromtheolddayswhenMrLeewasfirstinEngland. Ifyou Thestrangerinterrupted. V SimeonLeetooktheenvelope. Helooked surprised. Hewasmypartnerouttherein Kimberley. Hedisguiseditbyputtingonalittle extraswagger. HesaidandjustforthemomenthisSouthAfricanaccentwasmore markedthanusual: FatheralwaystoldmetolookyouupifIdid come.

Shewassurprisedto seeme,butitonlyshowedforaflash. Well,no,Ihavent,butIdontlike Simeonsaid: Hes goingtobewithusforChristmasifyoucanfindroomforhim. Hisbronzedfaceandblueeyes andtheeasybackwardtiltofhishead. Hereyesweredemureand downcast. Part3 December24th Doyoureallywantmetostayonhere,Father?

Im stirringupratherahornetsnest,youknow. He,ifImaysayso,resentsmypresence here. Idontwanttoupset YoulldoasItellyou,snappedhisfather.

Prettystiflingtoafellowwhos knockedabouttheworld. YoungPilarisdevilish attractive. Whowas she? Shesaysher fatherwasaretirednavalofficer. Georgewillhaveabitof troublewithherifhesnotcareful. IgnoringHarry,hesaid pointedly: Iwasjustthinkingwemustreorganizethingsabitnowthatwehavetwo morepeoplelivinginthehouse. Thescandal Harrywavedaneasyhand. Ifheswillingtoforgive andforget Imwilling,saidSimeon. Share via Email Sitting comfortably Agatha Christie, pictured at home in Devon in Her unique literary talents have crossed every boundary of age, race, class, geography and education.

While she refined the template for a fictional form, the reading of her books became an international pastime. As we celebrate her th birthday these are my highlights of her literary career. But when wealthy Roger Ackroyd is found stabbed in his study, he agrees to investigate.

A typical village murder mystery; or so it seems until the last chapter with its stunning revelation. This title would still be discussed today even if Christie had never written another book. An unmissable, and still controversial, milestone of detective fiction. Peril at End House The impoverished owner of End House hosts a party where fireworks camouflage the shot that kills her cousin. Which of the other guests is a murderer?

Perfectly paced, with subtle and ingenious clueing, and an unexpected but totally logical solution. Crooked House The Leonides family all live together in a not-so-little crooked house. But which of them poisoned the patriarch, Aristides? Murder in the extended family always provided fertile ground for Christie, and this was one of her own favourites.

Another example of a sinister reinterpretation of a nursery rhyme with an ending that her publishers initially considered too shocking, even for Agatha Christie. Notable also for its setting in post-war Britain a factor vital to the plot this is arguably the last of the ingeniously clued and perfectly paced Christies. Endless Night Working-class Michael Rogers tells the story of his meeting and marrying Ellie, a fantastically rich American heiress.

As they settle in their dream house in the country, it becomes clear that not everyone is happy for them. A very atypical Christie, this tale of menacing suspense builds to a horrific climax and shows that even after 45 years she had not lost the power to confound her readers. The best novel from her last 20 years. He summons his friend Hastings to help identify the killer he suspects is a fellow-guest.

Christie uses every trick in the book to produce a unforgettable, yet poignant, swan song for the little Belgian. It was actually published in October Christie died in January and Poirot received a front-page obituary in the New York Times.

In a lifetime of literary tours-de-force, this is the biggest shock of all.IgnoringHarry,hesaid pointedly: Iampointingouttoyouthatunder theseconditionsmentalstrain,physicalmalaiseitishighlyprobablethatdislikesthat werebeforemerelymildanddisagreementsthatweretrivialmightsuddenlyassumea moreseriouscharacter. MrsGeorgeLee,sheletthecatoutofthe bagmorethansheknew! Wouldshebeabletoaccomplishwhat shehadsetouttodo?

Alreadyhe dictatesourlivestouscompletely.

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