The Coming of Mr Quin: An Agatha Christie Short Story. Agatha Christie

The man who originally owned this house. He shot himself you know – oh! very well, Tom dear, I won’t speak of it unless you like. It was a great shock for Tom, of course, because he was here when it happened. So were you, weren’t you, Sir Richard?’

      ‘Yes, Lady Laura.’

      An old grandfather clock in the corner groaned, wheezed, snorted asthmatically, and then struck twelve.

      ‘Happy New Year, Tom,’ grunted Evesham perfunctorily.

      Lady Laura wound up her knitting with some deliberation.

      ‘Well, we’ve seen the New Year in,’ she observed, and added, looking towards Mrs Portal, ‘What do you think, my dear?’

      Eleanor Portal rose quickly to her feet.

      ‘Bed, by all means,’ she said lightly.

      ‘She’s very pale,’ thought Mr Satterthwaite, as he too rose, and began busying himself with candlesticks. ‘She’s not usually as pale as that.’

      He lighted her candle and handed it to her with a funny little old-fashioned bow. She took it from him with a word of acknowledgment and went slowly up the stairs.

      Suddenly a very odd impulse swept over Mr Satterthwaite. He wanted to go after her – to reassure her – he had the strangest feeling that she was in danger of some kind. The impulse died down, and he felt ashamed. He