Agatha Christie
Ordeal by Innocence
Copyright
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To Billy Collins
with affection and gratitude
If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me.
I am afraid of all my sorrows. I know that Thou wilt not hold me innocent.
Job
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
Chapter 1
It was dusk when he came to the Ferry.
Chapter 2
It should have been a sensational announcement. Instead, it fell…
Chapter 3
Hester went slowly up the stairs pushing back the dark…
Chapter 4
Calgary said apologetically, ‘It’s very good of you to see…
Chapter 5
The Chief Constable’s eyebrows climbed slowly up his forehead in…
Chapter 6
The lights went up in the cinema. Advertisements flashed on…
Chapter 7
Dr MacMaster was an old man with bushy eyebrows, shrewd grey…
Chapter 8
Hester Argyle was looking at herself in the glass. There was…
Chapter 9
Calgary had only been gone a few minutes when Dr MacMaster…
Chapter 10
‘I’m sure, Marshall, that you’ll appreciate my reasons for asking…
Chapter 11
Night settled down on Sunny Point.
Chapter 12
In her spotlessly kept bedroom, Kirsten Lindstrom plaited her grizzled blonde…
Chapter 13
Superintendent Huish looked round on them all, gently and politely.
Chapter 14
‘Don’t suppose you got anything?’ said the Chief Constable.
Chapter 15
‘But I don’t want to go home just yet,’ said…
Chapter 16
‘Do you mind if I stay on a bit, Dad?’…
Chapter 17
‘And what are you doing, Hester, my love?’ asked Philip.
Chapter 18
‘There’s a young lady down below wanting to see you,…
Chapter 19
‘I want to talk to you, Kirsty,’ said Philip.
Chapter 20
Calgary and Huish looked at each other. Calgary saw what…
Chapter 21
There had been nothing to tell Philip Durrant that this day…
Chapter 22
Tina parked her car on the grass by the churchyard…
Chapter 23
In his hotel room, Arthur Calgary went over and over the…
Chapter 24
It was again dusk when Arthur Calgary came to Sunny Point…
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Chapter 1
I
It was dusk when he came to the Ferry.
He could have been there much earlier. The truth was, he had put it off as long as he could.
First his luncheon with friends in Redquay; the light desultory conversation, the interchange of gossip about mutual friends–all that had meant only that he was inwardly shrinking from what he had to do. His friends had invited him to stay on for tea and he had accepted. But at last the time had come when he knew that he could put things off no longer.
The car he had hired was waiting. He said goodbye and left to drive the seven miles along the crowded coast road and then inland down the wooded lane that ended at the little stone quay on the river.
There was a large bell there which his driver rang vigorously to summon the ferry from the far side.
‘You won’t be wanting me to wait, sir?’
‘No,’ said Arthur Calgary. ‘I’ve ordered a car to meet me over there in an hour’s time–to take me to Drymouth.’
The man received his fare and tip. He said, peering across the river in the gloom:
‘Ferry’s coming now, sir.’
With a soft-spoken goodnight he reversed the car and drove away up the hill. Arthur Calgary was left alone waiting on the quayside. Alone with his thoughts and his apprehension of what was in front of him. How wild the scenery was here, he thought. One could fancy oneself on a Scottish loch, far from anywhere. And yet, only a few miles away, were the hotels, the shops, the cocktail bars and the crowds of Redquay. He reflected, not for the first