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It was All Soul's Day, the Day of the Dead ... In a luxurious hotel, six people sat down to dinner at the table in the alcove, a table laid for seven. In front of the empty place was a sprig of rosemary - in memory of Rosemary Barton who had suddenly sprawled dead across that same table exactly a year before. George Barton raised his glass of champagne. 'I don't want to recall past sadness, but I ask you to drink a toast. To Rosemary, my wife, for remembrance.' They drank. There was a pause - then one of the party slumped down in his chair, his face turning purple as he fought for breath. It took him a minute and a half to die.
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Sparkling Cyanide, Agatha Christie
- Taal
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1982
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- Titel
- Sparkling Cyanide
- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- Agatha Christie
- Uitgever
- Fontana
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1982
- Formaat
- Paperback
- ISBN10
- 0006162630
- ISBN13
- 9780006162636
- Reeks
- Tags
- Fictie, Detectives & Thriller, Detectiveverhalen, Thrillers, Familie, Klassiekers, Spanning, Planten, Moorden, Klassieke detectives, Dood, Serie, Engeland, Detective, Kruiden, Zusters, Zelfmoord, Schandalen en Affaires, Erfgoed, Verjaardagen, Giftstoffen, vergiftiging, Agatha Christie
- Eerste editie
- 1945
- Oorspronkelijke titel
- Remembered Death (Sparkling Cyanide)
- Beoordeling
- 3,9 van 5
- Aantekening
- It was All Soul's Day, the Day of the Dead ... In a luxurious hotel, six people sat down to dinner at the table in the alcove, a table laid for seven. In front of the empty place was a sprig of rosemary - in memory of Rosemary Barton who had suddenly sprawled dead across that same table exactly a year before. George Barton raised his glass of champagne. 'I don't want to recall past sadness, but I ask you to drink a toast. To Rosemary, my wife, for remembrance.' They drank. There was a pause - then one of the party slumped down in his chair, his face turning purple as he fought for breath. It took him a minute and a half to die.