Evil Under the Sun. Агата Кристи
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Название: Evil Under the Sun
Автор: Агата Кристи
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
isbn: 9780007422333
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Evil Under the Sun
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by Collins 1941
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Version: 2017-04-12
To John
In memory of our last season in Syria
Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
When Captain Roger Angmering built himself a house in the…
Chapter 2
When Rosamund Darnley came and sat down by him, Hercule…
Chapter 3 Rosamund Darnley and Kenneth Marshall sat on the short springy…
Chapter 4 The morning of the 25th of August dawned bright and…
Chapter 5 Inspector Colgate stood back by the cliff waiting for the…
Chapter 6 Colonel Weston was poring over the hotel register.
Chapter 7 Christine stared at him, not seeming at once to take…
Chapter 8 They were standing in the bedroom that had been Arlena…
Chapter 9 For the second time that morning Patrick Redfern was rowing…
Chapter 10 The little crowd of people flocked out of the Red…
Chapter 11 Inspector Colgate was reporting to the Chief Constable.
Chapter 12
‘A picnic, M. Poirot?’
Chapter 13
Poirot said reflectively:
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When Captain Roger Angmering built himself a house in the year 1782 on the island off Leathercombe Bay, it was thought the height of eccentricity on his part. A man of good family such as he was should have had a decorous mansion set in wide meadows with, perhaps, a running stream and good pasture.
But Captain Roger Angmering had only one great love, the sea. So he built his house—a sturdy house too, as it needed to be, on the little windswept gull-haunted promontory—cut off from land at each high tide.
He did not marry, the sea was his first and last spouse, and at his death the house and island went to a distant cousin. That cousin and his descendants thought little of the bequest. Their own acres dwindled, and their heirs grew steadily poorer.
In 1922 when the great cult of the Seaside for Holidays was finally established and the coast of Devon and Cornwall was no longer thought too hot in the summer, Arthur Angmering found his vast inconvenient late Georgian house unsaleable, but he got a good price for the odd bit of property acquired by the seafaring Captain Roger.
The sturdy house was added to and embellished. A concrete causeway was laid down from the mainland to the island. ‘Walks’ and ‘Nooks’ were cut and devised all round the island. There were two tennis courts, sun-terraces leading down to a little bay embellished with rafts and diving boards. The Jolly Roger Hotel, Smugglers’ Island, Leathercombe Bay, came triumphantly into being. And from June till September (with a short season at Easter) the Jolly Roger Hotel was usually packed to the attics. It was enlarged and improved in 1934 by the addition of a cocktail bar, a bigger dining-room and some extra bathrooms. The prices went up.
People said:
‘Ever been to Leathercombe Bay? Awfully jolly hotel there, on a sort of island. Very comfortable and no trippers or charabancs. Good cooking and all that. You ought to go.’
And people did go.
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