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The Hollow (Hercule Poirot 25.) 3 csillagozás

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A far-from-warm welcome greets Hercule Poirot as he arrives for lunch at Lucy Angkatell's country house. A man lies dying by the swimming pool, his blood dripping into the water and his wife stands over him, holding a revolver. As Poirot investigates he begins to realize that beneath the respectable surface lies a tangle of family secrets and everyone becomes a suspect.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1946

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320 oldal · ISBN: 9780062073853
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ISBN: 9780007280506

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Hirdetés

Várólistán 2

Kívánságlistán 1


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Magyarul már olvastam évekkel ezelőtt, de még így sem tudtam kitalálni, ki a gyilkos…


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The past is sometimes a very good place to live.

Chapter Six.

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Oh, I'm all right. How delightful to be somewhere where no fat women are trying to get into clothes several sizes too small for them!

Chapter Six.

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He was of a bookish turn of mind, collected first editions, and occasionally wrote rather hesitating ironical little articles for obscure reviews.

Chapter Six.

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Hers had never been a mindless beauty. Veronica, he remembered, has qualified as one of our „intellectual actresses.” She had a university degree and had views on Strindberg and on Shakespeare.

Chapter Ten.

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We are only, as she knows, moderately fond of caramel custard. There would be something very gross, just after the death of a friend, in eating one's favourite pudding. But caramel custard is so easy – slippery if you know what I mean – and then one leaves a little on one's plate.

Chapter Thirteen.

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How English it is to take the dog for a walk.

Chapter Eighteen.

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At six thirteen a.m. on a Friday morning Lucy Angkatell's blue eyes opened upon another day, and as always, she was at once wide awake and began immediately to deal with the problems conjured up by her incredibly active mind.

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