By: Agatha Christie
By: Agatha Christie
among the towering red cliffs of petra, like some monstrous swollen buddha, sat the corpse of mrs boynton. a tiny puncture mark on her wrist was the only sign of the fatal injection that had killed her.with only 24 hours available to solve the mystery, hercule poirot recalled a chance remark he’d overheard back in jerusalem: ‘you see, don’t you, that she’s got to be killed?’ mrs boynton was,...
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