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Автор: Ngaio Marsh
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      NGAIO MARSH

      Spinsters in Jeopardy

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       DEDICATION

       For Anita and Val Muling with my thanks

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       4. The Elusiveness of Mr Garbel

       5. Ricky in Roqueville

       6. Consultation

       7. Sound of Ricky

       8. Ricky Regained

       9. Dinner in Roqueville

       10. Thunder in the Air

       11. P.E. Garbel

       12. Eclipse of the Sun

       Keep Reading

       About the Author

       Also by the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       CAST OF CHARACTERS

Roderick Alleyn Chief Detective-Inspector, CID, New Scotland Yard
Agatha Troy His Wife
Miss Truebody Their fellow-passenger
Dr Claudel A French physician
Raoul Mllano Of Roqueville. Owner-driver
Dr Ali Baradi A surgeon
Mahomet His servant
Mr Oberon Of the Château de la Chèvre d’Argent
Ginny Taylor
Robin Herrington His guests
Carbury Glande
Annabella Wells
Teresa The fiancée of Raoul
M. Dupont Of the Sûreté. Acting Commissaire at the Préfecture, Roqueville
M. Callard Managing Director of the Compagnie Chimique des Alpes Maritimes
M. & Madame Milano The parents of Raoul
Marie A maker of figurines
M. Malaquin Proprietor of the Hôtel Royal
P. E. Garbel A chemist

       Prologue

      Without moving his head, Ricky slewed his eyes round until he was able to look slantways at the back of his mother’s easel.

      ‘I’m getting pretty bored, however,’ he announced.

      ‘Stick it a bit longer, darling, I implore you, and look at Daddy.’

      ‘Well, because it’s just about as boring a thing as a person can have to do. Isn’t it Daddy?’

      ‘When I did it,’ said his father, ‘I was allowed to look at your mama, so I wasn’t bored. But as there are degrees of boredom,’ he continued, ‘so there are different kinds of bores. You might almost say there are recognizable schools.’

      ‘To which school,’ said his wife, stepping back from her easel, ‘would you say Mr Garbel belonged? Ricky, look at Daddy for five minutes more and then I promise we’ll stop.’

      Ricky sighed ostentatiously and contemplated his father.

      ‘Well, as far as we know him,’ Alleyn said, ‘to the epistolatory school. There, he’s a classic. In person he’s undoubtedly the sort of bore that shows you things you don’t want to see. Snapshots in envelopes.