Copyright Copyright BOOK I Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 BOOK II Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 BOOK III Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Also by Agatha Christie About the Publisher
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Copyright Copyright Copyright BOOK I Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 BOOK II Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 BOOK III Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Also by Agatha Christie About the Publisher HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF www.harpercollins.co.uk First published in Great Britain by Heinemann 1952 Copyright © 1952 Rosalind Hicks Charitable Trust. All rights reserved. www.agathachristie.com Cover by ninataradesign.com © HarperCollins 2017 Agatha Christie asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. Source ISBN: 9780008131425 Ebook Edition © June 2017 ISBN: 9780007534975 Version: 2018-04-11
BOOK I BOOK I
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
BOOK II
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
BOOK III
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Also by Agatha Christie
About the Publisher
BOOK I
Ann Prentice stood on the platform at Victoria, waving.
The boat train drew out in a series of purposeful jerks, Sarah’s dark head disappeared, and Ann Prentice turned to walk slowly down the platform towards the exit.
She experienced the strangely mixed sensations that seeing a loved one off may occasionally engender.
Darling Sarah—how she would miss her … Of course it was only for three weeks … But the flat would seem so empty … Just herself and Edith—two dull middle-aged women …
Sarah was so alive, so vital, so positive about everything … And yet still such a darling black-haired baby—
How awful! What a way to think! How frightfully annoyed Sarah would be! The one thing that Sarah—and all the other girls of her age—seemed to insist upon was an attitude of casual indifference on the part of their parents. ‘No fuss , Mother,’ they said urgently.
They accepted, of course, tribute in kind. Taking their clothes to the cleaners and fetching them and usually paying for them. Difficult telephone calls (‘If you just ring Carol up, it will be so much easier , Mother.’) Clearing up the incessant untidiness. (‘Darling, I did mean to take away my messes. But I have simply got to rush .’)
‘Now when I was young,’ reflected Ann …
Her thoughts went back. Hers had been an old-fashioned home. Her mother had been a woman of over forty when she was born, her father older still, fifteen or sixteen years older than her mother. The house had been run in the way her father liked.
Affection had not been taken for granted, it had been expressed on both sides.
‘There’s my dear little girl.’ ‘Father’s pet!’ ‘Is there anything I can get you, Mother darling?’
Tidying up the house, odd errands, tradesmen’s books, invitations and social notes, all these Ann had attended to as a matter of course. Daughters existed to serve their parents—not the other way about.
As she passed near the bookstall, Ann asked herself suddenly, ‘Which was the best?’
Surprisingly enough, it didn’t seem an easy question to answer.
Running her eyes along the publications on the bookstall (something to read this evening in front of the fire) she came to the unexpected decision that it didn’t really matter. The whole thing was a convention, nothing more. Like using slang. At one period one said things were ‘topping’, and then that they were ‘too divine’, and then that they were ‘marvellous’, and that one ‘couldn’t agree with you more’, and that you were ‘madly’ fond of this, that and the other.
Children waited on parents, or parents waited on children—it made no difference to the underlying vital relationship of person to person. Between Sarah and herself there was, Ann believed, a deep and genuine love. Between her and her own mother? Looking back she thought that under the surface fondness and affection there had been, actually, that casual and kindly indifference which it was the fashion to assume nowadays.
Smiling to herself, Ann bought a Penguin, a book that she remembered reading some years ago and enjoying. Perhaps it might seem a little sentimental now, but that wouldn’t matter, as Sarah was not going to be there …
Ann thought: ‘I shall miss her—of course I shall miss her—but it will be rather peaceful …’
And she thought: ‘It will be a rest for Edith, too. She gets upset when plans are always being changed and meals altered.’
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