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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
- Idioma
- Publicado en
- 1982
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- Título
- Sparkling Cyanide
- Idioma
- Inglés
- Autores
- Agatha Christie
- Editorial
- Fontana
- Publicado en
- 1982
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- ISBN10
- 0006162630
- ISBN13
- 9780006162636
- Serie
- Etiquetas
- Ficción, Novela negra & Thriller, Novelas de crimen, Thriller, Familia, Clásicos, Suspense, Plantas, Asesinatos, Novela negra clásica, Muerte, Serie, Inglaterra, Detectives, Hierbas, Hermanas, Suicidio, Escándalos y affaires, Herencia, Cumpleaños, Venenos, envenenamiento, Agatha Christie
- Primera publicación
- 1945
- Título original
- Remembered Death (Sparkling Cyanide)
- Calificación
- 3,9 de 5
- Descripción
- 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.