The Cave in Fiction
The case was hushed up as far as possible, and, to this day, people talk of the remarkable series of deaths in connection with the Tomb of Men-her-Ra as a triumphal proof of the vengeance of a bygone king upon the desecrators of his tomb—a belief which, as Poirot pointed out to me, is contrary to all Egyptian belief and thought.
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He stared at her frowning. "Am I the least like them?" he inquired with a faint trepidation in his voice.
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“Not exactly,” said Poirot, with an enigmatical smile. “I am more interested in Count Foscatini’s appetite. Did he partake of every dish?”
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“You’ll never be frozen into a rut,” I ventured, smiling.
??That??s Mr. Oswald Sydenham,?? said Mary.
One of the five wall chessboards was considerably larger than the other four—the one above the Machine.
I floundered. If he was going to be witty or sarcastic, or anything horrid of that kind, I should be nowhere at all. To cover my confusion—and, as it chanced, to make that confusion worse—I began to talk very rapidly.
"String them along?" Magnan suggested.
Alstrop twisted his unlit cigarette about in his fingers. “We all did—as delicately as we could. But it was Leila who finally convinced him. I must say Leila was very game.”详情 ➢
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