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Postern of Fate: Translation History of Agatha Christie's Works. in Agatha Christie's The Mysterious Download PDF. PDF Preview; PDF. If the inline PDF is not. This was Agatha Christie's farewell to Tommy and Tuppence, the fun-loving Jazz Age adventurers currently back on TV in the shape of David. Editorial Reviews. Review. The Beresfords are wonderfully revived. Smooth, beautifully paced, and effortlessly convincing. -- "New York Times". Now in their.


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She was still at the height of her powers with 's ENDLESS NIGHT quite a departure for her , but her subsequent decline was marked and swift it's now believed that an undetected early senility may have contributed to this. To ask other readers questions about Postern of Fate , please sign up. Ah - I'm quite tired, too. Read in this light — it is worth a try. Tuppence looked at him. If you left the house, you gave her last words of wisdom and she gave you last promises of doing exactly what you counselled her to do:

She should have stopped writing when she was still a master of it, with grace and dignity. Her last works were atrocities, and a waste of time for readers. Well, no obligation to read them of course sns the author is inevitably quite often the least able to judge. And the books continued to sell of course …. Thank you for your sympathetic review.

I have just waded though Postern ot Fate — thinking I was beginning to lose my faculties as I read and then re-read and went back over earlier chapters to try and make sense of plot twists — inconsistencies and red herrings. If this was being dictated — she was not aware of how much repetition was occuring — the maddening lack of answers — why was the shed called KK?

The fact that we reach the end none the wiser except for ominous pronouncements on the always present nature of evil and the lust for power is also frustrating.

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But your review has cast the book in a new light as the last struggling attempts by the author to express her fears for our society and the values she held dear. One can only feel sympathy for Christie and also for her editor. THanks to other commentators for their insights too. Read in this light — it is worth a try. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account.

Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Tipping My Fedora. Skip to content. Tommy and Tuppence move to an old house in the country and in the process inherit a stack of books, one of which includes the message: Share this: Like this: Like Loading Bookmark the permalink. Cavershamragu says: Colin says: Santosh Iyer says: Do you know Santosh, by that point I had completely stopped noticing stuff like that …. Todd Mason says: The Passing Tramp says: Martin Edwards says: George Kelley says: Noah Stewart says: Yvette says: Prashant C.

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Post was not sent - check your email addresses! Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: I had good memories of this book when I read it years ago. I wonder now what I liked. At any rate, this is not a good book. There is no way I can twist this novel to claim it is a good, or even coherent, book. In the process of redoing the place, Tuppence comes across a book in which the book owner had inscribed a code.

She deciphers i I had good memories of this book when I read it years ago. She deciphers it and realises that a mystery is awaiting: So far, this is thrilling stuff, right?

But this is about it.

After this, the book simply degenerates into mindless, incoherent rambling so much so as you have absolutely no clue what people are even talking about. Long conversations with prominent financiers and politicians about 'something' happening 'somewhere' and they knew 'someone'. We, the reader, are plunged into a morass of words that means nothing at all. Who is someone? Where is this action taking place? What is this something that happened? I couldn't even make that out!

I have a feeling Christie wanted this to be a big spy thriller but she was supremely vague about everything.

Just random phrases here and there about 'Common Market', 'Hitler Youth', 'Fascists', 'Mussolini', 'Communists' and so on and none of it made any sense whatsoever. In the end, there is a murderer but I have no clue what the murder was about. Why is this random person going around trying to murder people and the higher echelons of the British society hyperventilating about it?

This is about as vague as it gets. The murderer character too appears out of nowhere at the time they are revealed as the murderer. We never get to see them before.

It's just frustrating. I did enjoy the Tuppence scenes a bit because she is fun, but it led nowhere in the end. May 15, Vanessa Panerosa rated it did not like it.

This book starts off very strongly.

The premise is exciting, eerie and provocative. However, I must say it's the worst Christie novel I've ever read. I finished it yesterday and am still so utterly confused by the ending. There's a whole list Tuppence makes full of "clues" and many of them are never answered or even touched upon. There are no real suspects or even solidified characters.

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The ending is lackluster with no twist or even resolution and a great deal of the novel is long dialogues that This book starts off very strongly. The ending is lackluster with no twist or even resolution and a great deal of the novel is long dialogues that bored me to death.

Please do yourself a favor and skip it. Oct 02, Ann rated it did not like it Shelves: This book was okay Een verhaal van Tommy en Tuppence. Het paar is nu op gevorderde leeftijd en heeft een huis gekocht waar ze rustig hun oude dag willen doorbrengen. Maar de nieuwsgierige Tuppence ontdekt in een kinderboek dat door vroegere bewoners achtergelaten is, een gecodeerde boodschap.

En natuurlijk kan ze het niet laten om dit mysterie uit het verleden uit te spitten. Het duurt niet lang of Tommy is ook in de ban van de geheimzinnige gebeurtenissen van 60 jaar geleden. Maar hoewel het lang geleden is, zijn Een verhaal van Tommy en Tuppence.

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Maar hoewel het lang geleden is, zijn er blijkbaar toch nog personen die niet willen dat de waarheid aan het licht komt. Ik vond dat er nogal erg veel herhalingen in het boek voorkwamen, alsof de schrijfster voor zichzelf nog eens op een rijtje wilde zetten wat ze nu al allemaal verteld heeft.

De beshrijvingen van de acties van de hond Hannibal maken echter veel goed. I went into this book with rock-bottom expectations, since I had read people's Goodreads reviews and previously decided to skip this, the last book Agatha Christie ever wrote. I changed my mind when I realized how close I was to reading all of her works, and I'm glad I gave this book a chance, because it was not as bad as I expected: Even I went into this book with rock-bottom expectations, since I had read people's Goodreads reviews and previously decided to skip this, the last book Agatha Christie ever wrote.

Even though the mystery was lacking, the characters were delightful, their dog was amusing, and the interactions overall were engaging enough to keep me reading. Even though I wish that the mystery had been more complex and resolved better, I enjoyed the tantalizing premise and charming characters enough to rate this book three stars.

A common theme in the book was the struggle to remember things, and the forgetfulness theme is interesting considering the personal experiences of the author. It also made for some humorous moments, and I shall end this review with one of them: Aug 15, Meave rated it liked it. I can't give it two stars because it's Tommy and Tuppence, and I am very fond of them. However, this is another embarrassing example of old Aggie attempting to combine her classic detective style with her later-in-life obsession with New World Order and conspiracy theories, and it's awful.

There's no proper resolution, minor characters are picked up and dropped at random, and she bangs on about Mr. Robinson being "yellow-faced" in a really ugly way. Lady, you can't call people "yellow" unless th I can't give it two stars because it's Tommy and Tuppence, and I am very fond of them. Lady, you can't call people "yellow" unless they're legitimately suffering from a skin condition, such as jaundice, which causes an actual yellowing of the skin.

Otherwise, it's racist. Her philosophical tangents about neo-fascism and money and "Us" etc. Frankly I'm surprised more crazy British Nationalists don't hold her up as some kind of heroine of the Empire--it seems like the views she expressed would easily fit into their platform of awfulness.

This was my first Agatha Christie book, read because my girlfriend really likes her and wanted me to read it, and man, it beats Madam Bovary as a book that I finished but was left forever scarred by due to its awfulness. It wasn't even a mystery, just a couple of old farts saying the same things over and over again, "So something happened here, you know, you here some things, something happened then, a long time ago, and people say things, and some things some people don't want other people lear This was my first Agatha Christie book, read because my girlfriend really likes her and wanted me to read it, and man, it beats Madam Bovary as a book that I finished but was left forever scarred by due to its awfulness.

It wasn't even a mystery, just a couple of old farts saying the same things over and over again, "So something happened here, you know, you here some things, something happened then, a long time ago, and people say things, and some things some people don't want other people learning, or else things will change. I understand it was the writer's last book, and she was super old and probably senile.

Her publisher's should have just pretended to lose it, just to save her some face. Terrible terrible terrible!!!! Elderly ladies and children five years old. All the unlikely people come out sometimes with a truth nobody ever dreamed of. Or was it really always in the same state? Always underneath the smooth surface there was some black mud. Tuppence notices an inscription and a cryptic message in "Elderly ladies can sometimes give you useful information.

Tuppence notices an inscription and a cryptic message in a copy of The Black Arrow once owned by a long-dead son of the house. View all 3 comments. Poslednji napisani - ne i poslednji objavljen - roman Agate Kristi prati poznati detektivski par, Tjupens i Tomija u resavanju zastarelog slucaja. Nazalost zaista slaba knjiga. Cold cases su mi inace jedna od omiljenih vrsta slucajeva ali knjiga je ispod proseka.

Mar 02, Rachel rated it did not like it Shelves: This was horribly written, much to my dismay. Most of the dialogue was rambling and irrelevant, so I skimmed. I do not skim! The resolution was out-of-the-blue and practically meaningless. Little plot, few characters Our main duo was boring, and I'd adored them in all the earlier books. Dec 14, Greg rated it it was ok Shelves: Dame Agatha lays a very good trap early, along with also a very good red herring.

Then, the big twist comes halfway through the book. And therein lies the problem: And by the time this was published, Christie had been writing for over 50 years and had produced almost 80 novels. That's a stupendously admirable o Dame Agatha lays a very good trap early, along with also a very good red herring. That's a stupendously admirable output, and many of her murder mysteries are crime classics.

But here, she is looking back, as we all do, wondering if we made all the right choices. Christie may have been questioning her choices all along, as do Tommy and Tuppence. And, speaking of which, I'm not much of a fan of Tommy and Tuppence: Was Christie writing about one of her own marriages, or perhaps about a lifelong couple in her circle of friends? Yes, I think so.

But admittedly, this is one of her weaker efforts. Then again, once I read all the books I can find that she wrote, I'll probably start again, this one included. I simply have great admiration for this author. This review can also be found here! But this was just okay. I loved the banter to it and how conversational it was, but it felt like the conversation got in the way of the mystery.

And then when the mystery got back on track, it was completely ridiculous. For a woman who wrote so prolifically, th This review can also be found here! The mystery started out so promising, then it faded away and got away from me and, I think, Christie herself. The book was far too long and a lot of it could have been edited out. April - Postern of Fate 5 37 Apr 30, June Postern of Fate 7 12 Jun 23, Readers Also Enjoyed. About Agatha Christie.

Agatha Christie. Agatha Christie also wrote romance novels under the pseudonym Mary Westmacott , and was occasionally published under the name Agatha Christie Mallowan. Agatha Christie is the best-selling author of all time. She wrote 66 crime novels and story collections, fourteen plays, and six novels under a pseudonym in Romance. Her books have sold over a billion copies in the English language and a billion in t Agatha Christie also wrote romance novels under the pseudonym Mary Westmacott , and was occasionally published under the name Agatha Christie Mallowan.

Her books have sold over a billion copies in the English language and a billion in translation. According to Index Translationum, she remains the most-translated individual author, having been translated into at least languages. She is the creator of two of the most enduring figures in crime literature-Hercule Poirot and Miss Jane Marple-and author of The Mousetrap , the longest-running play in the history of modern theatre. Mrs Molesworth, one or two of the old fairy books - Pink, Blue and Yellow and then, of course, lots of later ones which I'd enjoyed.

Lots of Stanley Weymans and things like that. There are quite a lot here, left behind. You felt it was a good buy. At least - what d'you mean "a goodbye"? I thought you were going to leave the room and were saying goodbye to me. Anyway, it was a good b-u-y.

And - and here they all are among our own books and others. Only, we've got such a terrible lot now of books, and the shelves we had made I don't think are going to be nearly enough. What about your special sanctum? Is there room there for more books? Do you think we might have to build on an extra room? We said so the day before yesterday. Do you remember? What I am going to do now is to put in these shelves all the books I really can't bear to part with.

And then - and then we can look at the others and - well, there might be a children's hospital somewhere and there might, anyway, be places which would like books. I don't think there are any books of rare value or anything like that. I'm trying to get them roughly - well, you know what I mean, sort of sorted. I mean, adventure stories, fairy stories, children's stories and those stories about schools where the children were always very rich - L.

Meade, I think. And some of the books we used to read to Deborah when she was small, too. How we all used to love Winnie the Pooh. He came over, tilted the case more so that the books fell out, gathered up armfuls of them and went to the shelves and shoved them in.

We can do more of that later. You know, make everything really nice. We'll sort it on some wet day when we can't think of anything else to do. Now then, there's only this top corner. Just bring me that wooden chair over there, will you? Are its legs strong enough for me to stand on it? Then I can put some on the top shelf. Tuppence lifted up to him an armful of books. He insinuated them with some care on to the top shelf. Disaster only happened with the last three which cascaded to the floor, narrowly missing Tuppence.

You handed me up too many at once.

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It s a good thing too. These ones I'm doing this morning aren't really ours, they're the ones we bought. We may find treasures. Something that's worth a lot of money, perhaps. Sell it? You know, not exactly boasting, but just say, you know: I meant something startling, surprising. Something that'll make all the difference to our lives. Much more likely to find something that's an absolute disaster. It's the great thing you have to have in life.

I'm always full of hope. He sighed. The Mrs Molesworths were congregated here together. Tuppence drew out The Tapestry Room and held it thoughtfully in her fingers. Or she might read Four Winds Farm.

Her fingers wandered Tommy would be back soon. She was getting on. Yes, surely she was getting on. If only she didn't stop and pull out old favourites and read them.

Very agreeable, but it took a lot of time. And when Tommy asked her in the evening when he came home how things were going and she said, 'Oh very well now,' she had to employ a great deal of tact and finesse to prevent him from going upstairs and having a real look at how the bookshelves were progressing. It all took a long time. Getting into a house always took a long time, much longer than one thought.

And so many irritating people. Electricians, for instance, who came and appeared to be displeased with what they had done the last time they came and took up more large areas in the floor and, with cheerful faces, produced more pitfalls for the unwary housewife to walk along and put a foot wrong and be rescued just in time by the unseen electrician who was groping beneath the floor.

Nearly wrecked the car, you know it did. This is going to be a very nice house some day. I'm quite sure of that. Anyway, there's going to be room in it for all the things we want to do. I couldn't agree with you more.

It had sounded simple but had turned out complex. Partly, of course, all these books. Children nowadays who are four, or five, or six, don't seem to be able to read and quite a lot of them don't seem to be able to read when they get to ten or eleven. I can't think why it was so easy for all of us.

We could all read. Me and Martin next door and Jennifer down the road and Cyril and Winifred. All of us. I don't mean we could all spell very well but we could read anything we wanted to.

I don't know how we learnt. Asking people, I suppose. Things about posters and Carter's Little Liver Pills. We used to read all about them in the fields when trains got near London. It was very exciting. I always wondered what they were. Oh dear, I must think of what I'm doing. Her hands lingered over the fat shabbiness of The Daisy Chain.

To think of the years and years and years it is since I did read it. Oh dear, how exciting it was, wondering, you know, whether Norman was going to be allowed to be confirmed or not. And Ethel and - what was the name of the place? Coxwell or something like that - and Flora who was worldly. I wonder why everyone was "worldly" in those days, and how poorly it was thought of, being worldly.

I wonder what we are now. Do you think we're all worldly or not? And you rang the bell, didn't you? Some of their legs are very wobbly, some of them rather slippery. Two shelves down from the top, you know. I don't know what books are there. Tuppence received them with a good deal of rapture. All these. I really have forgotten a lot of these. Oh, here's The Amulet and here's The Psamayad.

Here's The New Treasure Seekers. Oh, I love all those. No, don't put them in shelves yet, Albert. I think I'll have to read them first. Well, I mean, one or two of them first, perhaps. Now, what's this one? Let me see.

The Red Cockade. Oh yes, that was one of the historical ones. That was very exciting. And there's Under the Red Robe, too. Lots of Stanley Weyman. Lots and lots. Of course I used to read those when I was about ten or eleven. I shouldn't be surprised if I don't come across The Prisoner of Zenda. One's first introduction, really, to the romantic novel.

The romance of Princess Flavia. The King of Ruritania. Rudolph Rassendyll, some name like that, whom one dreamt of at night. That's earlier again.

I must put the early ones all together. Now, let me see. What have we got here? Treasure Island. Well, that's nice but of course I have read Treasure Island again, and I've seen, I think, two films of it. I don't like seeing it on films, it never seems right. Oh - and here's Kidnapped. Yes, I always liked that.

Very sorry. Any more Stevensons up there? Tuppence uttered a cry of excessive delight. I declare! The Black Arrow! Now that's one of the first books really I ever got hold of and read. I don't suppose you ever did, Albert. I mean, you wouldn't have been born, would you? Now let me think. Let me think. The Black Arrow. Yes, of course, it was that picture on the wall with eyes - real eyes - looking through the eyes of the picture.

It was splendid. So frightening, just that. Oh yes. What was it? It was all about - oh yes, the cat, the dog? The cat, the rat and Lovell, the dog, Rule all England under the hog. That's it. The hog was Richard the Third, of course. Though nowadays they all write books saying he was really wonderful. Not a villain at all. But I don't believe that. Shakespeare didn't either. After all, he started his play by making Richard say: I think I'm rather too tired to go on now.

By the way, the master rang up and said he'd be half an hour late. She sat down in the chair, took The Black Arrow, opened the pages and engrossed herself. I've really forgotten it quite enough to enjoy reading it all over again. It was so exciting. Albert returned to the kitchen. Tuppence leaned back in the chair.

Time passed. Curled up in the rather shabby armchair, Mrs Thomas Beresford sought the joys of the past by applying herself to the perusal of Robert Louis Stevenson's The Black Arrow. In the kitchen time also passed. Albert applied himself to various manoeuvres with the stove. A car drove up. Albert went to the side door. I expect you're busy with dinner. Am I very late?

Where's Tuppence? She's done a good many more today and she's spent most of the time reading. What are we having? It won't take long to do.

Well, make it about quarter of an hour or so anyway. I want to wash first. Her forehead was slightly wrinkled. She had come across what seemed to her a somewhat curious phenomenon. There seemed to be what she could only call a kind of interference. The particular page she had got to she gave it a brief glance, 64 or was it 65?

She couldn't see - anyway, apparently somebody had underlined some of the words on the page. Tuppence had spent the last quarter of an hour studying this phenomenon. She didn't see why the words had been underlined.

They were not in sequence, they were not a quotation, therefore, in the book. They seemed to be words that had been singled out and had then been underlined in red ink. She read under her breath: Dick started with surprise and dropped the windac from his fingers.

They were all afoot, loosing sword and dagger in the sheath. Ellis held up his hand. The white of his eyes shone. Let, large -' Tuppence shook her head. It didn't make sense. None of it did. She went over to the table where she kept her writing things, picked out a few sheets recently sent by a firm of notepaper printers for the Beresfords to make a choice of the paper to be stamped with their new address: The Laurels.

Now she realized something she hadn't realized before. She traced letters on the page. How are the books going?

It was all right, and then suddenly - all the pages were rather queer because I mean a lot of the words had been underlined in red ink. You know, something you want to remember, or a quotation of something.

Well, you know what I mean. And it's - it's letters, you see.

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Tommy read: They were all afoot together tightening loosing sword and dagger. It was mad. But it isn't mad, Tommy. We can get down to things about it later but it's really so extraordinary. I've got to tell you this straight away. Have you got one of your mare's nests? It's just that I took out the letters, you see. Well - on this page, you see, well - the M of "Matcham" which is the first word, the M is underlined and the A and after that there are three more, three or four more words.

They don't come in sequence in the book. They've just been picked out, I think, and they've been underlined - the letters in them - because they wanted the right letters and the next one, you see, is the R from "restraint" underlined and the Y of "cry", and then there's J from "Jack", O from "shot" R from "ruin", D from "death" and A from "death" again, N from "murrain" -' 'For goodness' sake,' said Tommy, 'do stop.

Now you see because I've written out these, do you see what this is? I mean if you take those letters out and write them in order on this piece of paper, do you see what you get with the ones I've done first? Those four were underlined. Somebody called Mary. A child with an inventive nature, I expect who is trying to point out that this was her book.

People are always writing their names in books and things like that. Mary,' said Tuppence. Mary Jordan,' said Tommy. Now you know her whole name. Her name was Mary Jordan. In the beginning it says in a rather silly, childish-looking writing, it says "Alexander". Alexander Parkinson, I think. Does it really matter? The letters are picked from odd places on various pages. They don't run in sequence - there can't be anything in the words that matters it's just the letters.

Now then. We've got M-a-r-y J-o-r-d-a-n. That's right. Now do you know what the next four words are? D-i-d n-o-t, not, d-i-e n-a-t-u-r-a-l-y. That's meant to be "naturally" but they didn't know it had two "ls". Now then, what's that? Mary Jordan did not die naturally. There you are,' said Tuppence. It was one of us, I think I know which one. That's all. Can't find anything else. But it is rather exciting, isn't it?

It was one of us. I think I know which. Oh, Tommy, you must say that it is very intriguing. There was no answer. With some annoyance, he ran up the stairs and along the passage on the first floor. As he hastened along it, he nearly put his foot through a gaping hole, and swore promptly.

Some days before he had had the same kind of trouble. Electricians arriving in a kindly tangle of optimism and efficiency had started work. He was used, now, to the general pattern of labour in the building trade, electrical trade, gas employees and others. They came, they showed efficiency, they made optimistic remarks, they went away to fetch something.

They didn't come back. One rang up numbers on the telephone but they always seemed to be the wrong numbers. If they were the right numbers, the right man was not working at this particular branch of the trade, whatever it was. All one had to do was be careful to not rick an ankle, fall through a hole, damage yourself in some way or another.

He was far more afraid of Tuppence damaging herself than he was of doing the damage to himself. He had had more experience than Tuppence. Tuppence, he thought, was more at risk from scalding herself from kettles or disasters with the heat of the stove. But where was Tuppence now? He called again. Tuppence was one of those people you had to worry about. If you left the house, you gave her last words of wisdom and she gave you last promises of doing exactly what you counselled her to do: No, she would not be going out except just to buy half a pound of butter, and after all you couldn't call that dangerous, could you?

I don't know why it is -' 'Because,' said Tuppence, 'I am so charming, so good-looking, such a good companion and because I take so much care of you. I think you have several saved-up grievances. But don't worry. Everything will be quite all right. You've only got to come back and call me when you get in. Looking at another child's book, he supposed.

Getting excited again about some silly words that a silly child had underlined in red ink. On the trail of Mary Jordan, whoever she was. Mary Jordan, who hadn't died a natural death. He couldn't help wondering. A long time ago, presumably, the people who d had the house and sold it to them had been named Jones. They hadn't been there very long, only three or four years.

No, this child of the Robert Louis Stevenson book dated from further back than that. Anyway, Tuppence wasn't here in this room. There seemed to be no loose books lying about with signs of having had interest shown in them. He went downstairs again, shouting once or twice. He examined one of the pegs in the hall. No signs of Tuppence's mackintosh. Then she'd gone out. Where had she gone? And where was Hannibal?

Tommy varied the use of his vocal chords and called for Hannibal. Come on, Hannibal. Well, at any rate, she's got Hannibal with her, thought Tommy. He didn't know if it was worse or better that Tuppence should have Hannibal. Hannibal would certainly allow no harm to come to Tuppence.

The question was, might Hannibal do some damage to other people? He was friendly when taken visiting people, but people who wished to visit Hannibal, to enter any house in which he lived, were always definitely suspect in Hannibal's mind. He was ready at all risks to both bark and bite if he considered it necessary.

Anyway, where was everybody? He walked a little way along the street, could see no signs of any small black dog with a medium-sized woman in a bright red mackintosh walking in the distance. Finally, rather angrily, he came back to the house. Rather an appetizing smell met him.

He went quickly to the kitchen, where Tuppence turned from the stove and gave him a smile of welcome. Smells rather good, don't you think? I put some rather unusual things in it this time.

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There were some herbs in the garden, at least I hope they were herbs. Where on earth have you been? He rushed at Tommy and gave him such a rapturous welcome as nearly to fell him to the ground.

Hannibal was a small black dog, very glossy, with interesting tan patches on his behind and each side of his cheeks.

He was a Manchester terrier of very pure pedigree and he considered himself to be on a much higher level of sophistication and aristocracy than any other dog he met.

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I took a look round. Where've you been? It wasn't very nice weather. It was very sort of foggy and misty. Ah - I'm quite tired, too. Just down the street for the shops? Oh no, I went to the cemetery. There was something that looked like a verger who kept coming out of the church and I thought he wouldn't like Hannibal because - well, you never know, Hannibal mightn't like him and I didn't want to prejudice people against us the moment we'd arrived.

Lots of people, I mean it's very, very full up. It goes back a long way. It goes back well in the eighteen hundreds and I think one or two older than that, only the stone's so rubbed away you can't really see. Were you looking for -' 'Well, Mary Jordan died. We know she died. We know because we had a book that said she didn't die a natural death, but she'd still have to be buried somewhere, wouldn't she? But if he was the only person who'd made up his mind about that or who'd discovered it - well, I mean, nobody else had, I suppose.

I mean, she just died and was buried and nobody said Poisoned or knocked on the head or pushed off a cliff or run over by a car or - oh, lots of ways I can think of. You wouldn't put them into execution just for fun. There weren't any Jordans. It smells rather good. Old ones, young ones and married ones.

Bursting with Parkinsons. And Capes, and Griffins and Underwoods and Overwoods. Curious to have both of them, isn't it? But not Overwoods. Rose Overwood. Be very careful, Tuppence, or you'll put your foot through the landing upstairs. What have we got for pudding? Is it that wine we ordered? I've discovered, you know, that gardeners are like that.

If they're very good gardeners they seem to come to their prime when they're over eighty, but if you get a strong, hefty-looking young man about thirty-five who says, "I've always wanted to work in a garden," you may be quite sure that he's probably no good at all.

They're just prepared to brush up a few leaves now and again and anything you want them to do they always say it's the wrong time of year, and as one never knows oneself when the right time of year is, at least I don't, well then, you see, they always get the better of you.

But Isaac's wonderful. He knows about everything. I wonder if they're in the parcel, too.