{"id":2505,"date":"2026-01-03T22:33:23","date_gmt":"2026-01-03T22:33:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/unexpected-guest-christie-agatha\/"},"modified":"2026-01-03T22:33:23","modified_gmt":"2026-01-03T22:33:23","slug":"unexpected-guest-christie-agatha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/unexpected-guest-christie-agatha\/","title":{"rendered":"Unexpected Guest – Christie, Agatha"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Chapter 1<\/span><\/span><\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
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It was shortly before midnight on a chilly November evening, and swirls of mist obscured parts of the dark, narrow, tree-lined country road in South Wales, not far from the Bristol Channel whence a foghorn sounded its melancholy boom automatically every few moments. Occasionally, the distant barking of a dog could be heard, and the melancholy call of a night-bird. What few houses there were along the road, which was little better than a lane, were about a half-mile apart. On one of its darkest stretches the road turned, passing a handsome, three-storey house standing well back from its spacious garden, and it was at this spot that a car sat, its front wheels caught in the ditch at the side of the road. After two or three attempts to accelerate out of the ditch, the driver of the car must have decided it was no use persevering, and the engine fell silent.<\/p>\n

A minute or two passed before the driver emerged from the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He was a somewhat thick-set, sandy-haired man of about thirty-five, with an outdoor look about him, dressed in a rough tweed suit and dark overcoat and wearing a hat. Using a torch to find his way, he began to walk cautiously across the lawn towards the house, stopping halfway to survey the eighteenth-century building\u2019s elegant fa\u00e7ade. The house appeared to be in total darkness as he approached the french windows on that side of the edifice which faced him. After turning to look back at the lawn he had crossed, and the road beyond it, he walked right up to the french windows, ran his hands over the glass, and peered in. Unable to discern any movement within, he knocked on the window. There was no response, and after a pause he knocked again much louder. When he realized that his knocking was not having any effect, he tried the handle. Immediately, the window opened and he stumbled into a room that was in darkness.<\/p>\n

Inside the room, he paused again, as though attempting to discern any sound or movement. Then, \u2018Hello,\u2019 he called. \u2018Is anyone there?\u2019 Flashing his torch around the room which revealed itself to be a well-furnished study, its walls lined with books, he saw in the centre of the room a handsome middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair facing the french windows, with a rug over his knees. The man appeared to have fallen asleep in his chair. \u2018Oh, hello,\u2019 said the intruder. \u2018I didn\u2019t mean to startle you. So sorry. It\u2019s this confounded fog. I\u2019ve just run my car off the road into a ditch, and I haven\u2019t the faintest idea where I am. Oh, and I\u2019ve left the window open. I\u2019m so sorry.\u2019 Continuing to speak apologetically as he moved, he turned back to the french windows, shut them, and closed the curtains. \u2018Must have run off the main road somewhere,\u2019 he explained. \u2018I\u2019ve been driving round these topsy-turvy lanes for an hour or more.\u2019<\/p>\n

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There was no reply. \u2018Are you asleep?\u2019 the intruder asked, as he faced the man in the wheelchair again. Still receiving no answer, he shone his torch on the face of the chair\u2019s occupant, and then stopped abruptly. The man in the chair neither opened his eyes nor moved. As the intruder bent over him, touching his shoulder as though to awaken him, the man\u2019s body slumped down into a huddled position in the chair. \u2018Good God!\u2019 the man holding the torch exclaimed. He paused momentarily, as though undecided what to do next, and then, shining his torch about the room, found a light switch by a door, and crossed the room to switch it on.<\/p>\n

The light on a desk came on. The intruder put his torch on the desk and, looking intently at the man in the wheelchair, circled around him. Noticing another door with a light switch by it, he went across and flicked the switch, thus turning on the lamps on two occasional tables strategically placed around the room. Then, taking a step towards the man in the wheelchair, he gave a start as he suddenly noticed for the first time an attractive, fair-haired woman of about thirty, wearing a cocktail dress and matching jacket, standing by a book-lined recess on the opposite side of the room. With her arms hanging limply by her sides, she neither moved nor spoke. It seemed as though she was trying not even to breathe. There was a moment\u2019s silence while they stared at each other. Then the man spoke. \u2018He\u2013he\u2019s dead!\u2019 he exclaimed.<\/p>\n

Completely without expression, the woman answered him. \u2018Yes.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You already knew?\u2019 asked the man.<\/p>\n

\u2018Yes.\u2019<\/p>\n

Cautiously approaching the body in the wheelchair, the man said, \u2018He\u2019s been shot. Through the head. Who\u2013?\u2019<\/p>\n

He paused as the woman slowly brought her right hand up from where it had been hidden by the folds of her dress. In her hand was a revolver. The man drew in his breath sharply. When it seemed that she was not threatening him with it, he approached her, and gently took the gun from her. \u2018You shot him?\u2019 he asked.<\/p>\n

\u2018Yes,\u2019 the woman replied, after a pause.<\/p>\n

The man moved away from her, and put the gun on a table by the wheelchair. For a moment he stood looking at the dead body, and then gazed uncertainly around the room.<\/p>\n

\u2018The telephone is over there,\u2019 said the woman, nodding towards the desk.<\/p>\n

\u2018Telephone?\u2019 the man echoed. He sounded startled.<\/p>\n

\u2018If you want to ring up the police,\u2019 the woman continued, still speaking in the same detached, expressionless manner.<\/p>\n

The stranger stared at her as though unable to make her out. Then, \u2018A few minutes one way or the other won\u2019t make any difference,\u2019 he said. \u2018They\u2019ll have a bit of a job getting here in this fog anyway. I\u2019d like to know a little more\u2013\u2019 He broke off and looked at the body. \u2018Who is he?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018My husband,\u2019 replied the woman. She paused, and then continued, \u2018His name is Richard Warwick. I am Laura Warwick.\u2019<\/p>\n

The man continued to stare at her. \u2018I see,\u2019 he murmured finally. \u2018Hadn\u2019t you better\u2013sit down?\u2019<\/p>\n

Laura Warwick moved slowly and somewhat unsteadily to a sofa. Looking around the room, the man asked, \u2018Can I get you a\u2013drink\u2013or something? It must have been a shock.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Shooting my husband?\u2019 Her tone was drily ironic.<\/p>\n

Appearing to regain his poise somewhat, the man attempted to match her expression. \u2018I should imagine so, yes. Or was it just fun and games?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018It was fun and games,\u2019 replied Laura Warwick inscrutably as she sat down on the sofa. The man frowned, looking puzzled. \u2018But I would like\u2013that drink,\u2019 she continued.<\/p>\n

The man took off his hat and threw it onto an armchair, then poured brandy from a decanter on the table close to the wheelchair and handed her the glass. She drank and, after a pause, the man said, \u2018Now, suppose you tell me all about it.\u2019<\/p>\n

Laura Warwick looked up at him. \u2018Hadn\u2019t you better ring the police?\u2019 she asked.<\/p>\n

\u2018All in good time. Nothing wrong with having a cosy little chat first, is there?\u2019 He took off his gloves, stuffed them into his overcoat pocket, and started unbuttoning his coat.<\/p>\n

Laura Warwick\u2019s poise began to break. \u2018I don\u2019t\u2013\u2019 she began. She paused and then continued, \u2018Who are you? How did you happen to come here tonight?\u2019 Without giving him time to answer, she went on, her voice now almost a shout, \u2018For God\u2019s sake, tell me who you are!\u2019<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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