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It was All Soul's Day, the Day of the Dead ... In a luxurious hotel, six people sat down to dinner at the table in the alcove, a table laid for seven. In front of the empty place was a sprig of rosemary - in memory of Rosemary Barton who had suddenly sprawled dead across that same table exactly a year before. George Barton raised his glass of champagne. 'I don't want to recall past sadness, but I ask you to drink a toast. To Rosemary, my wife, for remembrance.' They drank. There was a pause - then one of the party slumped down in his chair, his face turning purple as he fought for breath. It took him a minute and a half to die.
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Sparkling Cyanide, Agatha Christie
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- Année de publication
- 1982
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- Titre
- Sparkling Cyanide
- Langue
- Anglais
- Auteurs
- Agatha Christie
- Éditeur
- Fontana
- Publié
- 1982
- Format
- souple
- ISBN10
- 0006162630
- ISBN13
- 9780006162636
- Séries
- Mots clés
- Fiction, Polars & Thrillers, Polars, Thriller, Famille, Classiques, Suspense, Plantes, Meurtres, Polars classiques, Mort, Série, Angleterre, Détective, Herbes, Sœurs, Suicide, Scandales et affaires, Héritage, Anniversaires, Poisons, intoxications, Agatha Christie
- Première publication
- 1945
- Titre original
- Remembered Death (Sparkling Cyanide)
- Évaluation
- 3,9 sur 5
- Description
- It was All Soul's Day, the Day of the Dead ... In a luxurious hotel, six people sat down to dinner at the table in the alcove, a table laid for seven. In front of the empty place was a sprig of rosemary - in memory of Rosemary Barton who had suddenly sprawled dead across that same table exactly a year before. George Barton raised his glass of champagne. 'I don't want to recall past sadness, but I ask you to drink a toast. To Rosemary, my wife, for remembrance.' They drank. There was a pause - then one of the party slumped down in his chair, his face turning purple as he fought for breath. It took him a minute and a half to die.