Ingots of Gold E-Book

Agatha Christie

• Herausgeber: BookThug
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 22

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

During one of the Tuesday Club meetings, Raymond West tells his story. In a small coastal town, he befriends Newman, a millionaire entrepreneur who sets out to discover gold bars lost among the wreck of an old Spanish galleon. Inspector Badgoworth is investigating the same case. One night, Newman is kidnapped but is eventually found at the bottom of a ditch. The millionaire claims to have seen a group of sailors transporting the gold, but the ingots do not appear. What really happened? Who has the treasure? As always, Miss Marple, will get to the truth.

Leseprobe

Chapter 1

I do not know that the story that I am going to tell you is a fair one,” said Raymond West, “because I can’t give you the solution of it. Yet the facts were so interesting and so curious that I should like to propound it to you as a problem. And perhaps between us we may arrive at some logical conclusion.

‘The date of these happenings was two years ago, when I went down to spend Whitsuntide with a man called John Newman, in Cornwall.’

‘Cornwall?’ said Joyce Lemprière sharply.

‘Yes. Why?’

‘Nothing. Only it’s odd. My story is about a place in Cornwall, too—a little fishing village called Rathole. Don’t tell me yours is the same?’

‘No. My village is called Polperran. It is situated on the west coast of Cornwall; a very wild and rocky spot. I had been introduced a few weeks previously and had found him a most interesting companion. A man of intelligence and independent means, he was possessed of a romantic imagination. As a result of his latest hobby he had taken the lease of Pol House. He was an authority on Elizabethan times, and he described to me in vivid and graphic language the rout of the Spanish Armada. So enthusiastic was he that one could almost imagine that he had been an eyewitness at the scene. Is there anything in reincarnation? I wonder—I very much wonder.’

‘You are so romantic, Raymond dear,’ said Miss Marple, looking benignantly at him.

‘Romantic is the last thing that I am,’ said Raymond West, slightly annoyed. ‘But this fellow Newman was chock-full of it, and he interested me for that reason as a curious survival of the past. It appears that a certain ship belonging to the Armada, and known to contain a vast amount of treasure in the form of gold from the Spanish Main, was wrecked off the coast of Cornwall on the famous and treacherous Serpent Rocks. For some years, so Newman told me, attempts had been made to salve the ship and recover the treasure. I believe such stories are not uncommon, though the number of mythical treasure ships is largely in excess of the genuine ones. A company had been formed, but had gone bankrupt, and Newman had been able to buy the rights of the thing—or whatever you call it—for a mere song. He waxed very enthusiastic about it all. According to him it was merely a question of the latest scientific, up-to-date machinery. The gold was there, and he had no doubt whatever that it could be recovered.