[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter One

It was Miss Somers’s turn to make the tea. Miss Somers was the newest and the most inefficient of the typists.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Two

Inspector Neele sat in Mr. Fortescue’s sanctum behind Mr. Fortescue’s vast sycamore desk. One of his underlings with a notebook sat unobstrusively against the wall near the door.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Three

Neele pushed the telephone away and looked sharply at Miss Griffith.
“So they’ve been worried about him lately,” he said. “Wanted him to see a doctor. You didn’t tell me that.”

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Four

Mary Dove paused on her way downstairs and looked out through the big window on the stairs.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Five

The girl who entered the room with obvious unwillingness was an unattractive, frightened-looking girl, who managed to look faintly sluttish in spite of being tall and smartly dressed in a claret-coloured uniform.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Six

At the moment when Rex Fortescue had been drinking his last cup of tea, Lance Fortescue and his wife had been sitting under the trees on the Champs Elysées watching the people walking past.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Seven

Inspector Neele was still holding the telegraph message in his hand when he heard a car drive up to the front door and stop with a careless scrunching of brakes.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Eight

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“I’ve got what I could, sir.” So Sergeant Hay reported. “The marmalade, bit of the ham. Samples of tea, coffee and sugar, for what they’re worth.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Nine

“Sounds like the wife to me,” said the assistant commissioner. He had been listening attentively to Inspector Neele’s report.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Ten

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It was about five minutes after leaving Le Bourget that Lance Fortescue opened his copy of the continental Daily Mail.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Eleven

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Mr. Dubois was annoyed. He tore Adele Fortescue’s letter angrily across and threw it into the wastepaper basket.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Twelve

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“So you’ve turned up again like a bad penny,” said Miss Ramsbottom.
Lance grinned at her. “Just as you say, Aunt Effie.”

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Thirteen

An elderly lady travelling by train had bought three morning papers, and each of them as she finished it, folded it and laid it aside, showed the same headline.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Fourteen

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For about ten seconds Inspector Neele stared at Miss Marple with the utmost bewilderment. His first idea was that the old lady had gone off her head.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Fifteen

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“I’m sorry, Miss Fortescue, to bother you again, but I want to be quite, quite clear about this.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Sixteen

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Inspector Neele found Mrs. Percival in her own sitting room upstairs, writing letters. She got up rather nervously when he came in.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Seventeen

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Inspector Neele found Mr. Ansell the type of solicitor who was more easily intimidated than intimidating.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Eighteen

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“Just wait a minute,” said Miss Ramsbottom. “This patience is going to come out.”

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Nineteen

In the drawing room at Yewtree Lodge, the whole Fortescue family was assembled. Percival Fortescue, leaning against the mantelpiece, was addressing the meeting.

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[A Pocket Full of Rye -Agatha Christie] Chapter Twenty

At the Pinewood Private Sanatorium, Inspector Neele, sitting in the visitors’ parlour, was facing a grey-haired, elderly lady.

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