The Mysterious Mr. Quin: Twelve Complete Mysteries by Agatha Christie

Author:Agatha Christie
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Unabridged Audio - Fiction, 1890-1976, Mystery & Detective, Christie, Short Stories (Single Author), Fiction, Agatha, Audiobooks, Traditional British, Suspense, English Mystery & Suspense Fiction, Mystery & Detective - Traditional British, Mystery & Detective - Short Stories
ISBN: 9781572705296
Publisher: The Audio Partners, Mystery Masters
Published: 2010-01-14T23:00:00+00:00

care for dancing, or cocktails or any of the things a young girl ought to care about. She much prefers staying at home to hunt instead of coming out here

with me." "Dear, dear," said Mr. Satterthwaite, "she wouldn't come out with you, you say?" "Well, I didn't exactly press her. Daughters have a depressing effect upon one, I find." Mr. Satterthwaite tried to think of Lady Stranleigh accompanied by a serious-minded daughter and failed. "I can't help wondering if Margery is going off her head, "continued Margery's mother in a cheerful

voice. "hearing voices is a very bad sign, so they tell me. It is not as though Abbot's Mede were haunted. The old building was burnt to the ground in

1836, and they put up a kind of early Victorian chateau which simply cannot be haunted. It is much too ugly and commonplace." Mr. Satterthwaite coughed. He was wondering why he was being told all this. "I thought perhaps," said Lady Stranleigh, smiling brilliantly upon him, "that you might be able to help

me." "I?" "Yes. You are going back to England tomorrow, aren't you?" "I am. Yes, that is so," admitted Mr. Satterthwaite cautiously. "And you know all

these psychical research people. Of course you do, you know everybody." Mr. Satterthwaite smiled a little. It was one of his weaknesses to know

everybody. "So what can be simpler?" continued Lady Stranleigh. "I never get on with that sort of person. You know--earnest men with beards and usually spectacles. They bore me terribly and I am quite at my worst with them." Mr. Satterthwaite was rather taken aback. Lady Stranleigh continued to smile at

him brilliantly. "So that is all settled, isn't it?" she said brightly. "You will go down to Abbot's Mede and see Margery, and make all the arrangements. I shall be terribly grateful to you. Of course if Margery is really going off

her head, I will come home. Ah! here is Bimbo." Her smile from being brilliant became dazzling. A young man in white tennis flannels was approaching them. He was about twenty-five years of age and extremely

good-looking The young man said simply-- "I have been looking for you everywhere, Babs." "What has the tennis been like?" "Septic." Lady Stranleigh rose. She turned her head over her shoulder and murmured in dulcet tones to Mr. Satterthwaite. "It is simply marvellous of you to help me. I

shall never forget it." Mr. Satterthwaite looked after the retreating couple. "I wonder," he mused to himself, "if Bimbo is going to be No.

5." II The conductor of the Train de Luxe was pointing out to Mr. Satterthwaite where an accident on the line had occurred a few years previously. As he finished his spirited narrative, the other looked up and saw

a well-known face smiling at him over the conductor's shoulder. "My dear Mr. Quin," said Mr. Satterthwaite. His little withered face broke into

smiles. "What a coincidence! That we should both be returning to England on the same train. You are going there, I suppose." "Yes," said Mr.

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