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by Agatha Christie
IN THE CORNER of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar ...
by Agatha Christie
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided.
by Agatha Christie
ERANO LE CINQUE di una mattina invernale, in Siria.
by Agatha Christie
MRS. Ferrars died on the night of the 16th-17th September-a Thursday.
by Agatha Christie
IT was in June of 1935 that I came home from my ranch in South America for a stay of about six months.
by Agatha Christie
"Tommy, old thing!" "Tuppence, old bean!" The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and momentarily blocke...
by Agatha Christie
"Linnet Ridgeway!" "That's her!" said Mr. Burnaby, the landlord of the Three Crowns.
by Agatha Christie
I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of hi...
by Agatha Christie
I was standing at the window of Poirot's rooms looking out idly on the street below.
by Agatha Christie
IT was close on midnight when a man crossed the Place de la Concorde.
by Agatha Christie
Everybody has been at me, right and left, to write this story from the great (represented by Lord Nasby) to the small (r...
by Agatha Christie
OLD Lanscombe moved totteringly from room to room, pulling up the blinds.
by Agatha Christie
I have met people who enjoy a channel crossing; men who can sit calmly in their deck-chairs and, on arrival, wait until ...
by Agatha Christie
It is difficult to know quite where to begin this story, but I have fixed my choice on a certain Wednesday at luncheon a...
by Agatha Christie
MR. Satterthwaite sat on the terrace of Crow's Nest and watched his host, Sir Charles Cartwright, climbing up the path f...
by Agatha Christie
Mrs. McGillicuddy panted along the platform in the wake of the porter carrying her suitcase.
by Agatha Christie
Gwenda Reed stood, shivering a little, on the quay-side.
by Agatha Christie
Hercule Poirot looked with interest and appreciation at the young woman who was being ushered into the room.
by Agatha Christie
STEPHEN pulled up the collar of his coat as he walked briskly along the platform.