Murder in Mesopotamia: A Hercule Poirot Mystery (Hercule Poirot Mysteries)
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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 Harper Paperbacks. Suspicious events at a Middle Eastern archaeological excavation site intrigue the great Poirot as he investigates Murder in Mesopotamia.
more was to be learned. The outside archway door was locked. The guard swore nobody could have got in from outside, but as they had probably been fast asleep this was not conclusive. There were no marks or traces of an intruder and nothing had been taken. It was possible that what had alarmed Mrs Leidner was the noise made by Father Lavigny taking down boxes from the shelves to assure himself that all was in order. On the other hand, Father Lavigny himself was positive that he had (a) heard
what to do for the best. What do you think of the whole thing?’ I didn’t quite understand the tone in his voice, but I answered promptly enough. ‘It’s possible,’ I said, ‘that these letters may be just a cruel and malicious hoax.’ ‘Yes, that is quite likely. But what are we to do? They are driving her mad. I don’t know what to think.’ I didn’t either. It had occurred to me that possibly a woman might be concerned. Those letters had a feminine note about them. Mrs Mercado was at the back of my
him. He just looked young and frightened. Without a word he jumped into the station wagon and drove off. Mr Emmott said rather uncertainly, ‘I suppose we ought to have a hunt round.’ He raised his voice and called: ‘Ibrahim!’ ‘Na’am.’ The house-boy came running. Mr Emmott spoke to him in Arabic. A vigorous colloquy passed between them. The boy seemed to be emphatically denying something. At last Mr Emmott said in a perplexed voice, ‘He says there’s not been a soul here this afternoon. No
The whole thing was like a bad dream. First Miss Johnson’s death and then the disappearance of Father Lavigny. The servants were called and questioned, but they couldn’t throw any light on the mystery. He had last been seen at about eight o’clock the night before. Then he had said he was going out for a stroll before going to bed. Nobody had seen him come back from that stroll. The big doors had been closed and barred at nine o’clock as usual. Nobody, however, remembered unbarring them in the
his word for what they had been talking about. ‘What had the Iraqi been doing when Nurse Leatheran and Mrs Leidner saw him? Trying to peer through the window—Mrs Leidner’s window, so they thought, but I realized when I went and stood where they had been, that it might equally have been the antika-room window. ‘The night after that an alarm was given. Someone was in the antika-room. Nothing proved to have been taken, however. The interesting point to me is that when Dr Leidner got there he found