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HerculeAndAchille Investigator

Just thought of a crazy idea - could THE CLOCKS and CAT AMONG THE PIGEONS be connected? The connection lies between Miss Eileen Rich in Cat Among the Pigeons and Harry Castleton in The Clocks... If you want ot know more, here's the link:  http://community.agathachristie.com/discussion/1075/link-between-the-clocks-and-cat-among-the-pigeons#latest


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  • Re: Which Christie Victim is This?

    Great clue, ChristieFanForLife! At first, I assumed that the person she was married to was the person she loved, but then when I realised it could be someone completely different, I stumbled upon Elsa Greer, who loved Amyas Crale so much it caused her "pain" and the idea of death by love. I loved your poem!
  • A Killer at Caulfield - The Second Installment

    Just remembered the earlier first "chapter" of sorts of my idea that I called "A Killer at Caulfield" and thought it should be good fun to continue it.

    The Freemans (or rather, the Freeman-Batterclays) were a that rare thing, an American feudal family, complete with the squandering son in James Batterclay, Miss Freeman's half-brother, the irrepressible spinster aunt (a distant cousin, in this case, but called Aunt Violet all the same), the lovely, distant mother whose sole pride seemed to be her son (utterly unfounded, but was was one to do?) and the large, hearty father, always equipped with an expensive cigarette, a monocle and a roving eye.

    On this occasion, his eye caught the icy splendor of Miss Freeman's, and rested there for a moment before proceeding to turn to Miss Marple.

    'Miss Joan Sharples?' Terence Batterclay boomed. 'And you knew my stepdaughter from her schooling?'

    'Yes,' replied Miss Marple, setting down a nondescript mound of lacy knitting on a costly-looking mahogany coffee-table. 'I knew her very well indeed, and so I was, quite naturally, surprised when I found she was upset, and - er - crying into her handkerchief.'

    This last phrase was uttered with such solemnity and from such a credible source that even the cynical Batterclay couldn't doubt it, however unbelievable it was that the feisty and utterly flapperish "Soup" Freeman should proceed to delicately sob into a handkerchief.

    'She seemed most distressed,' Miss Marple murmured quietly.

    'Oh, yes,' Soup added helpfully.

    'Really?' Batterclay sighed. 'These girls - '

    'Oh, no, Mr Batterclay,' Miss Marple laughed softly. 'I don't suppose for a moment that it was any fault of hers. She seemed upset about a Mrs Batterclay who passed recently - a Mrs Sybil Batterclay.'

    'Sybil!' roared the man, standing up from a leather armchair to reveal his staggering height. 'You're bringing up Sybil now! I thought all that business was over with - who paid you to come here? Not those damned Redford's Seeds people? Look here Soup, you don't need to go on pretending you know her if you don't - whatever they paid you I can pay you - twofold.'

    Seeing Soup's blank expression, he blustered, 'Threefold! What the hell does this old biddy want from me?'

    'I want,' Miss Marple answered calmly, through the chaos of Batterclay's exploding temper. 'To know the circumstances of your daughter-in-law's death.'
  • Open Letter to Agatha Christie!

    Dear Dame Christie (or Mary Westmacott, Lady Mallowan, Mrs Christie, Miss Miller, or whichever name by which you prefer to be known),

    Thank you.
    For the days and days of boredom that you so lovingly coloured in with the dark moustaches of Hercule Poirot, the china-blue eyes of Miss Marple, the kindly grey-white hair of Parker Pyne, and each member of your plethora of detectives. When I read Death on the Nile, I saw them all - lovely . Mrs Doyle, snobbish Miss van Schuyler, plain Miss Robson, stern Miss Bowers, handsome Mr Doyle, fiery Miss de Bellefort, Miss Otterbourne tethered to a mother with more faults than virtues.

    Dear Dame Christie,

    I'm sorry.
    For the pain you went through, from a shielded, imaginative childhood, to a painfully passionate adulthood, a frustrating and fulfilling motherhood, a marriage that soon lost its lustre and a second chance at hope. I know it is too late, for you have been removed from this ugly entanglement that is human life, and this endlessly repetitive cycle of pain and regret. But I know you were hurt. And I hope you are happy.

    Dear Dame Christie,

    And happy birthday.
  • Re: What was the first Agatha Christie adaptation you ever saw on television?

    I completely agree! I found it a little ridiculous when one of the characters suggested that Miss French (Mrs French, rather) would "get bored" of Janet. I found it silly, for even if such an occasion arose, Miss/Mrs French was sure to provide her either with good references, since they had once been close, or a comfortable little pension. Also, in the short story, their relationship was portrayed as one similar to sisters, and I believe Agatha Christie would have found it ridiculous to make Miss French tire of Janet.
  • Re: Guess the Quote!

    Yes! Absolutely right. And I certainly think it is a very apt description of Miss Lemon.