Grave Mistake. Ngaio Marsh
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Название: Grave Mistake

Автор: Ngaio Marsh

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Зарубежные детективы

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isbn: 9780007344857

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      Grave Mistake

      Ngaio Marsh

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       For Gerald Lascelles

       Cast of Characters

      Verity Preston—Of Keys House, Upper Quintern

      The Hon. Mrs Foster (Sybil)—Of Quintern Place, Upper Quintern

      Claude Carter—Her stepson

      Prunella Foster—Her daughter

      Bruce Gardener—Her gardener

      Mrs Black—His sister

      The Rev. Mr Walter Cloudesley—Vicar of St Crispin-in-Quintern

      Nikolas Markos—Of Mardling Manor, Upper Quintern

      Gideon Markos—His son

      Jim Jobbin—Of Upper Quintern Village

      Mrs Jim—His wife. Domestic helper

      Dr Field-Innis, MB—Of Upper Quintern

      Mrs Field-Innis—His wife

      Basil Schramm (neé Smythe)—Medical incumbent, Greengages Hotel

      Sister Jackson—His assistant

      G. M. Johnson Marleena Biggs }—Housemaids, Greengages Hotel

      The Manager—Greengages Hotel

      Daft Artie—Upper Quintern Village

      Young Mr Rattisbon—Solicitor

      Chief Superintendent Roderick Alleyn—CID

      Detective-Inspector Fox—CID

      Detective-Sergeant Thompson—CID Photographic Expert

      Sergeant Bailey—CID Fingerprint Expert

      Sergeant McGuiness—Upper Quintern Police Force

      PC Dance—Upper Quintern Police Force

      A Coroner

      A Waiter

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Dedication

       CHAPTER 4 Routine

       CHAPTER 5 Greengages (II) Room 20

       CHAPTER 6 Point Marked X

       CHAPTER 7 Graveyard (I)

       CHAPTER 8 Graveyard (II)

       CHAPTER 9 Graveyard (III)

       BY THE SAME AUTHOR

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER 1 Upper Quintern

      ‘ “Bring me,” ’ sang the ladies of Upper Quintern, ‘ “my Bow of Burning Gold.” ’

      ‘ “Bring me,” ’ itemized the Hon. Mrs Foster, sailing up into a thready descant, ‘ “my Arrows of Desire.” ’

      ‘ “Bring me,” ’ stipulated the vicar’s wife, adjusting her pince-nez and improvising into seconds, ‘ “my Chariot of Fire.” ’

      Mrs Jim Jobbin sang with the rest. She had a high soprano and a sense of humour and it crossed her mind to wonder what Mrs Foster would do with Arrows of Desire or how nice Miss Preston of Keys House would manage a Spear, or how the vicar’s wife would make out in a Chariot of Fire. Or for a matter of that how she herself, hard-working creature that she was, could ever be said to rest or stay her hand, much less build Jerusalem here in Upper Quintern or anywhere else in England’s green and pleasant land.

      Still, it was a good tune and the words were spirited if a little far-fetched.

      Now they were reading the minutes of the last meeting and presently there would be a competition and a short talk from the vicar, who had visited Rome with an open mind.

      Mrs Jim, as she was always called in the district, looked round the drawing-room with a practised eye. She herself had ‘turned it out’ that morning and Mrs Foster had done the flowers, picking white japonica with a more lavish hand than she would have dared to use had she known that McBride, her bad-tempered jobbing gardener, was on the watch.

      Mrs Jim, pulling herself together as the chairwoman, using a special voice, said she knew they would all want to express their sympathy with Mrs Black in her recent sad loss. The ladies murmured and a little uncertain woman in a corner offered soundless acknowledgement.

      Then followed the competition. You had to fill in the names of ladies present in answer to what were called cryptic clues. Mrs Jim was mildly amused but didn’t score very highly. She guessed her own name, for which СКАЧАТЬ