Death Comes as the End (Agatha Christie Mysteries Collection (Paperback))
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The Queen of Mystery has come to Harper Collins! Agatha Christie, the acknowledged mistress of suspense—creator of indomitable sleuth Miss Marple, meticulous Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, and so many other unforgettable characters—brings her entire oeuvre of ingenious whodunits, locked room mysteries, and perplexing puzzles to William Morrow Paperbacks. In Death Comes As the End, Dame Agatha transports us back to ancient Egypt 2000 B.C. where a priest’s daughter, investigating a suspicious death, uncovers an asp’s nest of jealousy, betrayal, and serial murder.
The servants, the slaves, my grandmother–everyone must have overheard! Why pretend that things did not happen that did happen?’ ‘We were angry,’ said Satipy in a dull voice. ‘We did not mean what we said.’ She added with a feverish irritability: ‘Stop talking about it, Kait. If Renisenb wants to make trouble, let her.’ ‘I don’t want to make trouble,’ said Renisenb, indignantly. ‘But it is stupid to pretend.’ ‘No,’ said Kait. ‘It is wisdom. You have Teti to consider.’ ‘Teti is all right.’
you at least did nothing against her.’ ‘No–no, that is true.’ ‘And therefore, Renisenb, there is nothing in your mind to rise up against you in judgement.’ ‘You mean, Hori, that if I were to walk down this path alone–at sunset–at that same time when Nofret died–and if I were to turn my head–I should see nothing? I should be safe?’ ‘You will be safe, Renisenb, because if you walk down the path, I will walk with you and no harm shall come to you.’ But Renisenb frowned and shook her head. ‘No,
believe to recover her former greatness! In those days, Egypt will need men and women of heart and courage–women such as you, Renisenb. It is not men like Imhotep, forever preoccupied with his own narrow gains and losses, nor men like Sobek, idle and boastful, nor boys like Ipy who thinks only of what he can gain for himself, no, nor even conscientious, honest sons like Yahmose whom Egypt will need in that hour. Sitting here, literally amongst the dead, reckoning up gains and losses, casting
scrolls and these other things and I will come with you, Renisenb.’ Esa looked pleased when Renisenb and Hori came to her. ‘Here is Hori, grandmother. I brought him to you at once.’ ‘Good. Is the air pleasant outside?’ ‘I–I think so.’ Renisenb was slightly taken aback. ‘Then give me my stick. I will walk a little in the courtyard.’ Esa seldom left the house and Renisenb was surprised. She guided the old woman with a hand below her elbow. They went through the central hall and out on to the
him… ‘And now, Renisenb, you can realize the truth of what you saw that day with your own eyes. It was not a spirit Satipy saw that caused her to fall. She saw what you saw today. She saw in the face of the man following her–her own husband–the intention to throw her down as he had thrown that other woman. In her fear she backed away from him and fell. And when, with her dying lips, she shaped the word Nofret, she was trying to tell you that Yahmose killed Nofret.’ Hori paused and then went on: