Death Comes as the End (Agatha Christie Mysteries Collection (Paperback))
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The Queen of Mystery has come to Harper Collins! Agatha Christie, the acknowledged mistress of suspense—creator of indomitable sleuth Miss Marple, meticulous Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, and so many other unforgettable characters—brings her entire oeuvre of ingenious whodunits, locked room mysteries, and perplexing puzzles to William Morrow Paperbacks. In Death Comes As the End, Dame Agatha transports us back to ancient Egypt 2000 B.C. where a priest’s daughter, investigating a suspicious death, uncovers an asp’s nest of jealousy, betrayal, and serial murder.
memory, was the echo of Kameni’s voice and the song that he had sung with his eyes watching her face… III That night Renisenb had a dream. She was with Khay, sailing with him in the Barque of the Dead in the Underworld. Khay was standing in the bows of the boat–she could only see the back of his head. Then, as they drew near to sunrise, Khay turned his head, and Renisenb saw that it was not Khay but Kameni. And at the same time the prow of the barque, the serpent’s head, began to writhe. It
you thinking about?’ Renisenb said with defiance: ‘I was thinking of Khay.’ Hori looked at her for a minute or two–then he smiled: ‘I see,’ he said. Renisenb had an uncomfortable feeling that he did see! She said with a sudden rush: ‘What happens when you are dead? Does anyone really know? All these texts–all these things that are written on coffins–some of them are so obscure they seem to mean nothing at all. We know that Osiris was killed and that his body was joined together again, and
to destroy my own blood. It is an affliction of an evil spirit that happens sometimes to those who are old.’ ‘And I?’ asked Renisenb. ‘Why should I try to kill my brothers whom I love?’ Hori said: ‘If Yahmose and Sobek and Ipy were dead, then you would be the last of Imhotep’s children. He would find you a husband and all here would come to you–and you and your husband would be guardians to Yahmose’s and Sobek’s children.’ Then he smiled. ‘But under the sycamore tree, we do not suspect you,
Ashayet who wreaks vengeance upon me? Is it she who will not forgive? Certainly she has made no answer to my petition. The evil business still goes on.’ ‘No, no, Imhotep. You must not say that. So short a time has passed since the bowl was placed in the offering chamber. Does one not know how long affairs of law and justice take in this world–how endless are the delays in the Nomarch’s court–and still more when a case goes up to the Vizier. Justice is justice, in this world and the next, a
added with emotion: ‘You must understand, Renisenb, that Yahmose has been my friend for many years. I loved Yahmose. I tried to induce your father to give him the status and authority he desired. I failed. All that came too late. But although I was convinced in my heart that Yahmose had killed Nofret, I tried not to believe it. I found excuses, even, for his action. Yahmose, my unhappy, tormented friend, was very dear to me. Then came Sobek’s death, and Ipy, and finally Esa’s…I knew then that the