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It was All Soul's Day, the Day of the Dead ... In a luxurious hotel, six people sat down to dinner at the table in the alcove, a table laid for seven. In front of the empty place was a sprig of rosemary - in memory of Rosemary Barton who had suddenly sprawled dead across that same table exactly a year before. George Barton raised his glass of champagne. 'I don't want to recall past sadness, but I ask you to drink a toast. To Rosemary, my wife, for remembrance.' They drank. There was a pause - then one of the party slumped down in his chair, his face turning purple as he fought for breath. It took him a minute and a half to die.
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Sparkling Cyanide, Agatha Christie
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- Released
- 1982
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- Title
- Sparkling Cyanide
- Language
- English
- Authors
- Agatha Christie
- Publisher
- Fontana
- Released
- 1982
- Format
- Paperback
- ISBN10
- 0006162630
- ISBN13
- 9780006162636
- Series
- Tags
- Fiction, Mystery & Thriller, Mystery Novels, Thriller, Family, Classics, Suspense, Plants, Murders, Detective Fiction, Death, Series, England, Detective, Herbs, Sisters, Suicide, Scandals and Affairs, Heritage, Birthdays, Poisons, Poisoning, Agatha Christie
- First published
- 1945
- Original title
- Remembered Death (Sparkling Cyanide)
- Rating
- 3.9 out of 5
- Description
- It was All Soul's Day, the Day of the Dead ... In a luxurious hotel, six people sat down to dinner at the table in the alcove, a table laid for seven. In front of the empty place was a sprig of rosemary - in memory of Rosemary Barton who had suddenly sprawled dead across that same table exactly a year before. George Barton raised his glass of champagne. 'I don't want to recall past sadness, but I ask you to drink a toast. To Rosemary, my wife, for remembrance.' They drank. There was a pause - then one of the party slumped down in his chair, his face turning purple as he fought for breath. It took him a minute and a half to die.