Агата Кристи – Collins Chillers (страница 1)
TALES OF THE SUPERNATURAL BY
Agatha Christie
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Collins Chillers edition published 2019
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CONTENTS
Copyright
The Last Séance
In a Glass Darkly
S.O.S.
The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb
The Fourth Man
The Idol House of Astarte
The Gipsy
Philomel Cottage
The Lamp
The Dream
Wireless
The Wife of the Kenite
The Mystery of the Blue Jar
The Strange Case of Sir Arthur Carmichael
The Blue Geranium
The Call of Wings
The Flock of Geryon
The Red Signal
The Dressmaker’s Doll
The Hound of Death
Raoul Daubreuil crossed the Seine humming a little tune to himself. He was a good-looking young Frenchman of about thirty-two, with a fresh-coloured face and a little black moustache. By profession he was an engineer. In due course he reached the Cardonet and turned in at the door of No. 17. The concierge looked out from her lair and gave him a grudging ‘Good morning,’ to which he replied cheerfully. Then he mounted the stairs to the apartment on the third floor. As he stood there waiting for his ring at the bell to be answered he hummed once more his little tune. Raoul Daubreuil was feeling particularly cheerful this morning. The door was opened by an elderly Frenchwoman whose wrinkled face broke into smiles when she saw who the visitor was.
‘Good morning, Monsieur.’
‘Good morning, Elise,’ said Raoul.
He passed into the vestibule, pulling off his gloves as he did so.
‘Madame expects me, does she not?’ he asked over his shoulder.
‘Ah, yes, indeed, Monsieur.’
Elise shut the front door and turned towards him.
‘If Monsieur will pass into the little
Raoul looked up sharply.
‘Is she not well?’
‘
Elise gave a snort. She passed in front of Raoul and opened the door of the little
‘
Raoul patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.
‘There, there, Elise,’ he said soothingly, ‘do not excite yourself, and do not be too ready to see the devil in everything you do not understand.’
Elise shook her head doubtingly.
‘Ah, well,’ she grumbled under her breath, ‘Monsieur may say what he pleases, I don’t like it. Look at Madame, every day she gets whiter and thinner, and the headaches!’