Death on the Nile – Agatha Christie
Agatha Christie – Death On The Nile
“That’s Her.” said Mr. Burnaby, the landlord of the Three Crowns.
He nudged his companion.
The two men stared with round bucolic eyes and slightly open mouths.
A big scarlet Rolls-Royce had just stopped in front of the local post office.
A girl jumped out, a girl without a hat and wearing a frock that looked (but only looked) simple. A girl with golden hair and straight autocratic features–a girl with a lovely shape–a girl such as was seldom seen in MaltonunderWode.
With a quick imperative step she passed into the post office.
“That’s her!’! said Mr. Burnaby again. And he went on in a low awed voice.
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