The Lamp: An Agatha Christie Short Story. Agatha Christie

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      The Lamp

      A Short Story

       by Agatha Christie

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      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF

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      First published 2008

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      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental

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      Ebook Edition © OCTOBER 2013 ISBN: 9780007526758

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      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

Copyright

The Lamp

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       About the Publisher

       The Lamp

      ‘The Lamp’ was first published in the hardback The Hound of Death and Other Stories (Odhams Press, 1933). No previous appearances have been found.

      It was undoubtedly an old house. The whole square was old, with that disapproving dignified old age often met with in a cathedral town. But No. 19 gave the impression of an elder among elders; it had a veritable patriarchal solemnity; it towered greyest of the grey, haughtiest of the haughty, chillest of the chill. Austere, forbidding, and stamped with that particular desolation attaching to all houses that have been long untenanted, it reigned above the other dwellings.

      In any other town it would have been freely labelled ‘haunted,’ but Weyminster was averse from ghosts and considered them hardly respectable except at the appanage of a ‘county family’. So No. 19 was never alluded to as a haunted house; but nevertheless it remained, year after year, To be Let or Sold.

      

      Mrs Lancaster looked at the house with approval as she drove up with the talkative house agent, who was in an unusually hilarious mood at the idea of getting No. 19 off his books. He inserted the key in the door without ceasing his appreciative comments.

      ‘How long has the house been empty?’ inquired Mrs Lancaster, cutting short his flow of language rather brusquely.

      Mr Raddish (of Raddish and Foplow) became slightly confused.

      ‘E – er – some time,’ he remarked blandly.

      ‘So I should think,’ said Mrs Lancaster drily.

      The dimly lighted hall was chill with a sinister chill. A more imaginative woman might have shivered, but this woman happened to be eminently practical. She was tall with much dark brown hair just tinged with grey and rather cold blue eyes.

      She went over the house from attic to cellar, asking a pertinent question from time to time. The inspection over, she came back into one of the front rooms looking out on the square and faced the agent with a resolute mien.

      ‘What is the matter with the house?’

      Mr Raddish was taken by surprise.

      ‘Of course, an unfurnished house is always a little gloomy,’ he parried feebly.

      ‘Nonsense,’ said Mrs Lancaster. ‘The rent is ridiculously low for such a house – purely nominal. There must be some reason for it. I suppose the house is haunted?’