The Thumb Mark of St. Peter E-Book

Agatha Christie

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

Seitenzahl: 24

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

The Thumb Mark of St. Peter is a short story written by the talented Agatha Christie. At one meeting of the Tuesday Night Club, Miss Marple tells how she helped her niece Mabel to prove her innocence when she was wrongly accused of her husband's murder. Agatha Christie proves once again that her detectives are very wise, both professional and amateur, and that she knows human nature deeply.

Leseprobe

Chapter 1

“And now, Aunt Jane, it is up to you,” said Raymond West.

“Yes, Aunt Jane, we are expecting something really spicy,” chimed in Joyce Lemprière.

“Now, you are laughing at me, my dears,” said Miss Marple placidly. “You think that because I have lived in this out-of-the-way spot all my life I am not likely to have had any very interesting experiences.”

“God forbid that I should ever regard village life as peaceful and uneventful,” said Raymond with fervor. “Not after the horrible revelations we have heard from you! The cosmopolitan world seems a mild and peaceful place compared with St. Mary Mead.”

“Well, my dear,” said Miss Marple, “human nature is much the same everywhere, and, of course, one has opportunities of observing it at close quarters in a village.”

“You really are unique, Aunt Jane,” cried Joyce. “I hope you don’t mind me calling you Aunt Jane?” she added.

“I don’t know why I do it.”

“Don’t you, my dear?” said Miss Marple. She looked up for a moment or two with something quizzical in her glance, which made the blood flame to the girl’s cheeks.

Raymond West fidgeted and cleared his throat in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Miss Marple looked at them both and smiled again, and bent her attention once more to her knitting. “It is true, of course, that I have lived what is called a very uneventful life, but I have had a lot of experience in solving different little problems that have arisen. Some of them have been really quite ingenious, but it would be no good telling them to you, because they are about such unimportant things that you would not be interested—just things like: Who cut the meshes of Mrs. Jones’s string bag? and why Mrs. Sims only wore her new fur coat once. Very interesting things, really, to any student of human nature. No, the only experience I can remember that would be of interest to you is the one about my poor niece Mabel’s husband.

“It is about ten or fifteen years ago now, and happily it is all over and done with, and everyone has forgotten about it. People’s memories are very short—a lucky thing, I always think.” Miss Marple paused and murmured to herself: “I must just count this row. The decreasing is a little awkward. One, two, three, four, five, and then three purl; that is right. Now, what was I saying? Oh, yes, about poor Mabel.