Appointment with Death: A Hercule Poirot Mystery (Hercule Poirot Mysteries)
Agatha Christie
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 0062073923
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Queen of Mystery has come to Harper Collins! Agatha Christie, the acknowledged mistress of suspense—creator of indomitable sleuth Miss Marple, meticulous Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, and so many other unforgettable characters—brings her entire oeuvre of ingenious whodunits, locked room mysteries, and perplexing puzzles to Harper Paperbacks. The unstoppable Poirot finds himself in the Middle East with only one day to solve a murder in the classic Agatha Christie mystery, Appointment with Death.
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do with you." "And Carol gave in?" Nadine Boynton said quietly: "Can you really imagine her doing anything else?" The eyes of the two women met. Sarah felt that behind the mask of conventional words, they understood each other. Nadine, she felt, understood the position. But she was clearly not prepared to discuss it in any way. Sarah felt discouraged. The other evening it had seemed to her as though half the battle were won. By means of secret meetings she would imbue Carol with the spirit of
became Lady Westholme. The match was often cited as one of the examples of the danger of ocean voyages. The new Lady Westholme lived entirely in tweeds and stout brogues, bred dogs, bullied the villagers and forced her husband pitilessly into public life. It being borne in upon her, however, that politics was not Lord Westholme's métier in life and never would be, she graciously allowed him to resume his sporting activities and herself stood for Parliament. Being elected with a substantial
orderly on this quest, Poirot said: "Of what does this family consist?" "Name's Boynton. There are two sons, one of 'em married. His wife's a nice-looking girl—the quiet sensible kind. And there are two daughters. Both of 'em quite good-looking in totally different styles. Younger one a bit nervy—but that may be just shock." "Boynton," said Poirot. His eyebrows rose. "That is curious—very curious." Carbury cocked an inquiring eye at him. But as Poirot said nothing more, he himself went on:
And we saw [unreadable] Poirot nodded his head slowly. "Yes, it has seemed so, I know, to many. That is, by history." "That's how Ray and I felt that night. . . ." She put her hand on the table. "But we didn't really do it. Of course we didn't do it! When daylight came the thing seemed absurd, melodramatic. Oh, yes, and wicked too! Indeed, indeed, M. Poirot, Mother died naturally of heart failure. Ray and I had nothing to do with it." Poirot said quietly: "Will you swear to me, Mademoiselle,
was looking around for you all," he said. Meticulously he shook hands with the entire family. "And how do you find yourself, Mrs. Boynton? Not too tired by the journey?" Almost graciously, the old lady wheezed out: "No, thank you. My health's never good, as you know—" "Why, of course; too bad—too bad." "But I'm certainly no worse." Mrs. Boynton added with a slow reptilian smile: "Nadine, here, takes good care of me; don't you, Nadine?" "I do my best." Her voice was expressionless. "Why,